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~Rhiannon's POV~
Andromeda moved again, circling the small room like a restless tide before finally pulling out the chair opposite me and lowering herself into it.
For the first time since she entered, she wasn't standing over me. She was sitting level, her burgundy hair falling in waves across her shoulders.
"My brothers…" she exhaled slowly, shaking her head. "They're powerful, yes. But they're also blind in ways that make them dangerous. When it comes to you, I think they don't even realize how much they're asking of you."
My lips parted, but no words came.
"You've lost your father," she continued, her gaze holding mine with startling steadiness. "And instead of space to grieve, you're expected to smile, to wear a title, to… share yourself with five men who can barely agree on anything except wanting you."
The lump in my throat burned. "So you think I'm weak? That I can't handle it?"
