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2025-04-28 08:00:31ALAYNA’s POV
The sun peeks shyly through the rustling leaves of the willow trees around the cottage, dappling the stone path with light and shadow. My fingers twitch at my side, unsure of what to do but then, this man with emerald eyes like mine stretches out an aged hand.
“Come in, Alayna,” he says, his voice rasping like dry leaves in the wind.
I take his hand and the instant I do, I know without a doubt that he is indeed my father. The roughness of his palm, the way his fingers curl protectively around mine, it feels like home. And though aged and frail, his hand is warm with a quiet strength.
This man, my father…he smiles, a crooked smile and before I can say anything, he begins to wheel himself back into the cottage with one hand and pulls me with the other.
Mira the maid stiffens and moves to follow us but I tell her, “Stay with Gimli.”
Her mouth twitc
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