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.

odd, she thought. She could usually face tough situations on her own, biting down hard and never letting a tear fall. But

she had secretly held dear for three

Hertha's eyes, her nose turning red, the urge to cry

cry, okay? You don't need to worry about Thalassa. She's a grown woman, has faced her fair share of

tears were for Thalassa's struggles, not realizing she might also

Hertha quickly wiped away her tears, 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 you're in pain and there's no love

back, tears streamed

decade of friendship,

being so utterly alone, her loved ones gone, even the man she loved marrying someone else, left Hertha

did she have to suffer

the sea, stirred something in him, making him share in her sorrow and drawing out his empathy. He reached out, his thumb gently wiping away

surge of warmth at his touch, prompting her to step back quickly, wiping her face to hide

the warmth of her tears on his fingertips, a tangible reminder of the moment shared, stirring

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