Hushed Willows tomorrow never comes until it's too late

She met him halfway—literally, the hesitation that clung between them was palpable. Akavir, in all his life, had never pled to another—Ibis, and her betrayal. Eshe, leaving him. Silvertongue. Wren. Reverie and Lestan.

All who had come and gone.

But he would be on his knees to beg his daughter to come home—he would have done it for any of his children. And when she lingered, he rose, the barest graze of his forehead to press down to hers—a sharp inhale of his breath in this moment, knowing this was the best he would receive for now.

But fuck, he would work for it. A second chance.

“Let me know what I can do,” he let her know—he and Reverie had agreed upon Mae coming for a visit—he didn’t know how she would feel knowing the girl might return to her roots permanently.