Astrid watched her father approach, tall and powerfully built, a man of compassion and strength and honor, a leader to be proud and a father she loved.
Astrid didn't wait for her father to reach her, she went to him. "Forgive me, Father. I have wronged you."
Her father smiled and placed a strong hand on his daughter's head. "Though you look like your mother, but you are much like me and you do me proud still."
Astrid shook her head. "I don't know how a stubborn daughter can do you proud."
"It takes a stubborn heart to be courageous."
Astrid thought of a similar remark she had made to Vevina. Perhaps she was like her father, thought like her father, and saw in people the courage they didn't see in themselves. She threw her arms around her father, displaying her love the only way she k
