For some time there was a silent silence while the king gently stroked his dear daughter on the back, trying to comfort her overly emotional state, and she trembled in his hands like a reed.
The muscles in Raphael's face tightened at the sight of Thea's tears and the inability to comfort her. No, he could comfort her, but he was aware of the risks of her anger as soon as he interfered with her reunion with her father. Therefore, he shoved his desire deep down and only huffed discontentedly, looking at her back.
After coping with her tears, Thea pulled back a little and her father hugged her cheeks, peering with an anxious look.
- Baby, I'm so sorry. - she could see the sincerity of his words without unnecessary definitions. – No… I have no right to ask for your forgiveness.
He bowed his head, hiding his pain and guilty look from her.
