King Ailani

The weight of my actions pressed heavily upon my shoulders as I sat alone in my private chambers. Kalena's hurt-filled eyes haunted me, her wounded voice echoing in my mind. I had been too harsh, too unyielding. My own beloved daughter and I had pushed her away.

I lowered my head into my hands, gritting my teeth against the surge of regret. She was everything to me, my little pearl. I never meant to cause her such pain. But the thought of her with that surface-dweller prince, so far from the protection of the ocean...it clouded my judgment. I let fear rule me instead of love.

"Forgive me, my child," I whispered, my voice thick with emotion. Kalena deserved better from her father. I had to make this right and bring her home where she belonged. I would swallow my pride and beg her forgiveness if that's what it took. Nothing mattered more than having her back here, safe in Lalo'Kai.

I rose from my seat, jaw set with determination. I would find the words to heal this wound between us. Kalena had to know how much I cherished her, how empty the Kingdom was without her joyful spirit. I refused to lose my daughter over my own stubbornness and doubt.

Somehow, I would bring her home.

A gentle knock at the door pulled me from my thoughts.

"Enter," I called out, my voice still heavy with remorse.

The carved coral door opened, and my trusted advisor, Kwanalu, slipped quietly inside. Sharp lines creased his weathered face as his gaze settled on me.

"Your Majesty," he said, dipping his head respectfully. "I didn't mean to disturb you, but I sensed something weighed heavily on your mind."

Kwanalu had been a fixture in my court for decades. More than an advisor, he was a dear friend. The concern in his pale green eyes was plain.

I motioned him closer. "It is Kalena," I confessed. "Harsh words passed between us when I learned about her and the surface-dweller; I allowed my fears to speak instead of my heart."

Kwanalu nodded slowly, compassion softening his features. "I drove her away," I continued, anguish seeping into my voice. "My one and only daughter and I made her feel unwelcome in her home."

"Do not despair, Your Majesty," Kwanalu replied gently. "Kalena knows you love her. Let me go to her. I will help mend what has been broken."

I clasped Kwanalu's shoulder, gratitude swelling within me. My dear friend had wisdom beyond measure. If anyone could bring Kalena home, it was him.