Silvia's voice reverberated through the hallway, a mixture of hurt, frustration, and longing echoing in every syllable. As Farris approached the door, the weight of her words hung heavy in the air, casting a shadow over the otherwise serene atmosphere of the palace corridors.
"Father!" Silvia's voice was sharp, cutting through the stillness like a knife, her footsteps echoing as she rushed to intercept him before he could enter the room. Her eyes, clouded with unshed tears, pleaded with him for recognition, for validation. "Will you not welcome me? I am home finally," she implored, her voice tinged with bitterness.