Alauna carefully scanned Theron's face for a long moment. She didn't seem to be in a rush to speak, and she could only sigh when she saw that Theron had no intention of lowering his guard. But maybe that was the smart decision.
She had spent a lot of her life listening to her father's stories, hearing about how much he hated certain people and the things they did. Maybe if Theron managed to make it to that height in the future, she would just become one of those villains in his story.
Everything should have been easy. She had so much talent, so much pedigree, so much preparation, so many backers, such a large tsunami of advantages on her side.
But now it felt like she was weighing becoming the exact thing her father had always hated so much, and watching the world be destroyed right before her eyes because she was too soft.
