Hertha had been anxiously pacing in front of Thalassa's house for over twenty minutes when Alaric finally arrived.

Seeing his familiar figure, Hertha felt a wave of relief wash over her. Up until that moment, she had been a mess, flustered and frantic, unsure of what to do next.

The moment Alaric appeared, it was as if she had found an anchor in the storm. She hurried over to him, "Alaric, what's the word? What did Lysander say?" "He's on his way over. He's got the keys to Thalassa's place," Alaric replied.

Seeing the worry and urgency in Hertha's eyes, Alaric felt a pang of sympathy. He reached out and gently touched the top of her head as one might soothe a small kitten, "Hey, don't worry. It's going to be okay."

Alaric was so close that when he lifted his hand, a faint scent of mint wafted towards Hertha, tickling her nose with that distinctly masculine aroma.

His touch was gentle, reminiscent of a caring older brother comforting his little sister, sparking something deep within Hertha. A lump formed in her throat, and unexpectedly, her heart fluttered, caught off guard by her feelings for Alaric.

could usually face tough situations on her own, biting down hard and never letting a tear fall. But the moment someone came along offering support, making her feel safe,

Alaric, the man she had secretly held dear for three

eyes, her nose

her big, round eyes, panicked, "Hey, don't cry, okay? You don't need to worry about Thalassa. She's a grown woman, has faced her fair share of storms. She's tough, she'll get through this.

struggles, not realizing she might

trying to cover up, "It's just...this time it's different. Thalassa always had the kids around, they were her strength. But now, with her children taken by the Sinclair family, she's all alone. It's dangerous when

to hold back, tears streamed down

shared a decade of

utterly alone, her loved ones gone, even the

did she have to suffer

him, making him share in her sorrow and drawing

touch, prompting her to step back quickly, wiping her face to hide her fluttering heart. She glanced away,

tears on his fingertips, a tangible

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