Isola hesitated, her radiant eyes revealing a storm of emotions. Taking a deep breath, she faced her parents, "Before we proceed, I'd like to share something with you, in private."
Moraxor and Narissara exchanged a weighted glance, not expecting this apparently.
Reading the air, Vraxos stepped in, bowing gracefully, "I shall handle the preparations for tonight's celebrations in honor of the princess' return," There was a hint of heaviness in his gaze as he walked away.
Moraxor's voice rumbled softly, "Let's continue our discussion below," Saying so, he gracefully descended into the water.
Narissara's gaze, a shade more contemplative than usual, lingered on her daughter before slipping effortlessly into the watery embrace.
With a fleeting look towards the receding Vraxos, Isola followed, the sound of her heart pounding against her chest echoing in her ears.
