Despair

Without a single word, she fell into his embrace, clutching him tightly. 

Dyon didn't need to ask to understand why she was being this way. If he did, wouldn't he be a terrible husband? 

It had already been more than 20 years now since her father disappeared into the True Empath Trial of the Epistemic Tower. Yet, they hadn't heard a single word of him since then. 

Everything was seemingly perfect, and there was nothing Ri could want for… But not having her father by her side was weighing on her. 

In truth, if she had to be honest, the father she knew in her youth had been gone for a long time. The guilt he felt leaving his Kingdom in pursuit of his wife was something he had never forgotten, and it ate away at him every day. 

Dyon honestly didn't know if he would ever crawl out of that pit of despair. 

Dyon lightly stroked Ri's hair.