Chapter 17

Emelda’s POV

"Be strong," he whispered, his voice a soft whisper of wind. "You are strong. You are brave."

I leaned into his touch in as much as I don't want to be strong, the safety and comfort of his presence was a balm to my soul.

As his fingers continued to stroke my hair, the chaotic swirl of my emotions began to quiet, I felt peace.

"You can do anything," he continued, his voice soothing and gentle. "You're stronger than you know."

I nodded, his words sinking deep into my consciousness, planting seeds of strength and resilience within me.

"Always know that I'm proud of you," he whispered, his breath warm against my ear. "Always remember that.” he said once more as his touch on my hair faded gently until I couldn't feel it anymore.

“Father!” I whispered inaudibly, barely hearing my own voice as a snapped my eyes open.

I was met by a handsome face, our bodies so close I could feel the rise and fall of his breath against my own,his eyes dark with desire, his breath heavy with the