*Aloria*
I take a shaky step forward, my heart racing as I stand before this man, this king… my father. The reality of the moment feels surreal, like a dream I can’t wake from.
“Can this be true?” He whisper, his voice barely above a breath.
A thousand questions swirl in my mind, yet all I can focus on is the warmth radiating from his presence, a beacon of hope amidst the chaos.
He studies me, his gaze penetrating, searching deep into my soul as if trying to piece together fragments of a life lost. I feel a need to offer proof of my heritage, “I can show you my birthmark.”
But instead he steps forward, taking my hands in his, his grip firm yet gentle. “Aloria,” he says, his voice thick with emotion as he gazes into my eyes for a moment, searching. “You don’t need to show me anything
