Aella smiled softly as she dusted the blanket that was used to cover her father. She rested her hand on his head to pat him gently as she smiled.
She was so happy to see him sleeping soundly and this was one of the times that seeing him like this made her relaxed because she knew he was resting.
After dinner, she had stayed by his side for him to tell her his usual stories that always amazed her.
Even though his voice was weak, he insisted on chatting with her since it has been a long they saw each other.
It was the best time she had spent in the Castle after all the hurdles that happened the moment she arrived at Grand Mandeur.
Aella sat on the stool next to the bed as she watched her father silently, thanking the heavens for waking him up from the stroke he had.
His heart may still be weak but she was glad that he could now talk to them instead of laying in bed like a corpse.
