Punished For Seeking Happiness
Isola's voice was like a gentle cascade of water, serenading the stillness of the underwater chamber.
She floated gracefully beside the bed, singing a mesmerizing tune to soothe her mother's mind, which was surely quite stormy now.
Narissara lay unconscious on the bed, her form draped in elegant sheets that glowed softly.
On the opposite side, Moraxor hovered with a pensive expression and looked as if he hadn't slept for weeks.
The atmosphere was thick with tension as his eyes flicked over to Isola, full of emotion, "My child," he began hesitantly, "do you genuinely cherish him? Out of all people, why him? The two of you even dared to... unite."
Isola's song gradually waned, her voice replaced by the silence of the room.