♱ Chapter • 129 ♱

♱ •⋅ 1750 B.C. ⋅• ♱ •⋅ Calisto ⋅• ♱

My eyes could not turn away, even if I tried, I could not not not look at her.

She was smiling. She was smiling as tears fell down her cheeks. He was smiling at the blonde woman in front of him who caressed his face and seemed to say that everything would be fine....