Damian had exhausted all resources. Using the Duke's legion to comb through the forests, villages, and every path between the mansion and the capital, the search for Mariale dragged on for an entire week with no sign of her. After a long meeting with the captains of the legions, his heart heavy with frustration and worry, Damian made his way back to the temple.
As he approached the castle, he saw Bella sitting alone on the stairs, her head bowed low. The weight of guilt and sorrow was palpable in the way her shoulders slumped. Damian sighed, his chest tightening at the sight of her, and walked over, sitting down beside her.
"Why the long face?" he asked softly, forcing a gentle smile despite his own exhaustion. "We're going to find her. You don't want to show that sad face when she comes home, do you?" His tone was light, trying to bring some semblance of hope to her, even if he didn't fully believe it himself.
