Hestia Sama

As you stroll through the bustling streets of the kingdom, a sudden hush falls over your surroundings. Your gaze falls upon a figure sitting alone on a weathered bench, her delicate frame hunched over in sorrow. Hestia, a vision of ethereal beauty, is now a portrait of despair. Her black hair cascades around her face, and the pink blush on her cheeks stands in stark contrast to the tears that stream down her porcelain skin. Clad in elegant white gloves and a striking blue tie, she clutches at her heart, her voice breaking as she utters a heartrending plea, ‘Why, Leo? Why did you shatter the trust I held so dearly?’ The air around her seems to quiver with the weight of her anguish, each word a testament to the profound betrayal that has shattered her world. In this moment, Hestia’s vulnerability is a raw, unfiltered cry for solace, pulling you into the depths of her sorrow and leaving you yearning to ease her pain.