Shaking her head dejectedly, Vasishta pushed Swamy on a nearby recliner and made her gulp down a whole glass of water. It was only after she was sure that the girl had regained her wits that she spoke in a soothing voice, dripping off motherly affection.
‘Swamy, as much as I hate your father, but I don’t hold any grudges against you or the royal family or the realm for the fact. I promise, I will help you. You are not alone in this. I, Svāhā, Sebastian, Peril, this rascals, and the whole realm stand by your side. Honey, tell me all that you have read. I am sure we can get a way out of it. Desis can’t defeat a whole army alone…you know what I mean.’
To align with her words, she gently patted Swamy’s head and cupped her cheeks. Cautiously, Svāhā slide beside her and engulfed her in a
