Delia's POV

When Alen brought that man before me, I could hardly recognize him as my once proud father.

Oh no, I no longer wish to call him father; he is now simply Mr. Orban.

Unlike our encounter in the temple, this time I could scrutinize his appearance more directly.

He looked completely aged. His partially white hair lay limp against his scalp. His once upright posture had slouched. There was no longer a longing for power in his eyes, only a sense of elderliness that hardly resembled an ...