Budding Historians

At Athena's question, Aiden looked away, his gaze focused on an unseen matter outside.

Athena sighed, sensing the weight of unspoken thoughts between them. "Aiden, I can't take this away from you. I know how much you wanted to spend time with your daughter! You've ached for her these past months! You must go!"

He nodded slowly, his expression thoughtful. "Soon. I will go soon. But first, I need to hire a new driver for you. I don't think I can rest until that's accomplished," Aiden muttered, determination seeping into his voice.

"I actually have someone in mind," He added, a hint of excitement creeping into his tone. "He's quite skilled, just like me—young, fresh blood…" He chuckled at his own jest, but when he turned his gaze back to Athena, he noticed her serious demeanor.