David exhaled deeply, leaning back against his chair as he processed everything that had transpired. His gaze wandered to the ceiling before falling on Mariana, who sat next to him with an expectant expression. Her gratitude was palpable. She clasped her hands tightly, as though searching for the right words to convey her appreciation.
"You saved my sister," she finally said, her voice soft but steady. "Not just from the curse, but from those assassins who sought her life. For that, I owe you more than words can express. If there's anything I can do to help, no matter how small, I will."
David regarded her with a faint, enigmatic smile. "There's nothing to repay," he replied, his tone even and resolute. "I did what I had to. All I seek is the strength to protect what I hold close in my heart." His words carried an air of finality, yet there was an underlying vulnerability, a glimpse into the weight he bore silently.
