A Night of Understanding and Promises
The room seemed to inhale as Victor's words lingered in the air, each syllable heavy with sincerity. Silence stretched across the pavilion, wrapping around every soul present, pressing them into stillness. Even the faint rustle of silk and the subtle creak of polished wood seemed amplified in that quiet.
Sasha felt her chest loosen, a trembling relief threading through her nerves. Her father's face, momentarily flushed with the intensity of the moment, was now slowly regaining composure. His golden eyes softened, though they remained steady and commanding. The warmth and pride that flickered there were unmistakable, yet tempered by the gravity of responsibility he carried as a father.
