Before Elara could reply, Alaric slowly made his way up the stairs.
“What’s happening, my children?” he asked gently.
for you to keep going like this…
”
“Are you having an argument? It’s not good
Elara flinched. In that moment, she wanted nothing more than to strangle Victor—but instead,
she forced a smile onto her face.
“No, Father… we weren’t arguing. You misunderstood.
”
“Really?” the old man asked, not fully convinced.
“Yes,
” she insisted.
“You got it all wrong.
”
Alaric stepped closer, studying them carefully. Then he nodded slowly.
“Alright then… to show me that everything is fine, hug each other.
”
Elara froze.
“Uh… Father, there’s no need for that. We’re fine—
”
“Elara, my child,
” he interrupted softly,
“please. I need to see it.
”
She smiled awkwardly, he
