Small Spark of Ash
After Amael vanished, Lord Ozren Glanced at Clavellina but strangely didn't say a single word. He only stared at her with many emotions flickering in his eyes.
"If you have something in your mind, speak it, dad." feeling the stare on her skin, Clavellina spoke, her voice holding a kind of softness that only appears when she was alone with her father.
Lord Ozren remained silent as he watched Clavellina's figure on his side before he closed his eyes and sighed deeply, which seemingly held inexpressible worry and stress.
"Whenever I look at you and your sister, she always appears in my mind. Both of you represent her in so many ways that I cannot stop thinking, what if..."
"Dad, you don't need to continue." Clavellina interrupted her father's speech and with a serious face, she said, "You and I... We all know that what happened with mom was an accident, something not even you could have prevented from occurring."