Pentaro's voice carried the gentle cadence of affection as he spoke from the heart while nestled with Timha on a bed adorned. "Though I don't really know him, my soul senses the goodness within him," he confided, his gaze fixed lovingly upon Timha.
Timha, ensconced in the warmth of their intimacy, tilted her head to meet Pentaro's eyes, her own filled with adoration. "Darling," she murmured softly, "I perceive it differently. He walked a path strewn with friendships and rivalries, his immense wealth and power drawing both admiration and resentment."
Her fingers traced a soothing pattern across Pentaro's chest as she continued, "Some even speculate that it was one of his envious subordinates, consumed by jealousy, who resorted to the dark arts to extinguish his light."
"Do you yearn to seek justice in his name?" Pentaro's voice was filled with a longing as he looked deep into her eyes.
