Night had fully settled over the city's landscape.
The massive doors leading into the throne room opened, and Isabella stepped inside.
She had arrived to answer her father, who had at some point, finally emerged from his private quarters after remaining isolated for most of the day.
She walked toward the throne before stopping at a respectful distance and inclining her head slightly.
"You called for me, Father?"
By the side of the throne, General Iroh also inclined his head toward the Princess in greeting.
King Carson gave a nod. "Yes. There is something I wanted to say."
Isabella looked up curiously.
The King's gaze lingered on her for a moment before he spoke. "I never formally thanked you."
That only confused her further. "Thank me for what?"
Carson exhaled before continuing. "You've helped me more than you realize. In truth, I have not been a great father to any of you, and you made me see that.
The admission seemed difficult for him.
