Silence reigned in the cellar as the father and daughter harbored different feelings for each other. Aria felt his presence alone choking the life out of her already dead self. What could be worse than being put in a room with the person who brought all the suffering upon you? And to couple it with the thoughts of Leon's betrayal, it never felt an ounce better.
King Marcus was seated on his dark corner contemplating on how to strike a conversation with Aria. She had changed since the last time he saw her. There was a glow in her face that reminded him of her mother. And come to think of it, he wondered how she was faring.
"My mother told me everything that happened," Aria started, surprising her father. He sat up to look at her in the dimly lit cellar.
"What about it?" He asked, his interest now piqued. But the gaze she gave him was not a friendly one, let alone one a daughter would to her father.
