"And with that, we have covered everything that transpired during your five-day absence, Your Excellency," Arkin stated, his gaze momentarily shifting to Adela who had pulled a chair next to her father and settled herself there. Ever since their return from Destan, father and daughter had been inseparable.
Arkin fought back a heavy sigh of pent-up weariness.
He was known for his preference to confront and address the things he despised the most with swift action, and Adela's deliberate silence was nothing short of a calculated method of torment, reminiscent of the sleepless nights he spent pondering what he would do if she ever demanded their separation, disregarding the oath he had sworn to her.
