"You said my father was killed by the Vladimir Empire?"
Sif's eyes were red, her body trembled slightly, and tears flowed uncontrollably.
Roland remained silent, not comforting her.
The pain of losing a father cannot be empathized with; one can only emerge from it on their own.
Sif's tears rolled down her cheeks but she never cried out loud.
Her father was the Emperor, very busy usually.
She could see her father often when she was young, but after growing up, she rarely met him.
After the age of fourteen, she lived in her own palace, seeing her father no more than a few times a year.
Until her father and brother met with disaster, she was pushed to the forefront again.
Edward might be a competent Emperor, but certainly not a fit father.
Sif's feelings for him were not deep.
But he was, after all, her father.
When the fleet was in distress and her father went missing, she still held onto a glimmer of hope.
What if her father was kidnapped or went missing by accident?
