"You know what? Forget it. You're right. We had physical compatibility and nothing more.
So I'll do you a favor and make this simple. Fuck you, Jorghan Sol'vur. Fuck your dynasty plans. Fuck your careful calculations about bloodline optimization. And fuck whatever justifications you're telling yourself about strategic necessity."
She turned away, her shoulders tight with suppressed emotion.
"Get out. You've delivered whatever message you came to deliver. Now leave before I do something we'll both regret."
Katisana's expression showed sympathy for Sarhita mixed with disappointment in Jorghan. "She's right that you should leave. But I'll say one thing before you go. You're building something; I understand that. But buildings without warmth are just structures. Clans without genuine connection are just populations sharing space. Remember that when you're planning your strategic partnerships with women who see you as genetic material rather than a person."
