Rosewater Oasis Ν' αφήσεις ώρα είναι πια τα δεν

Her jaw tightened, and her eyes turned briefly to silvergreen flame. Just as abruptly her fury died, and she was overcome with a feeling that once might have brought her to tears. Andromache had never seen her father cry, not once, not even as he'd sent his most beloved child away for the final time.

So she did not cry.

She sighed, and turned the words over in her mind, softening as she realized that Nikolaos was right. If Faustus would not follow them willingly, he was worth nothing to them. His value as a political prisoner had dwindled with their growing distance from Florentia. It was only for her own pride that she hated the idea of watching him walk away.

He's worthless, this far from Florentia. No, we don't need him, She decided aloud. But it would be better to have him. Of his own volition. He won't accept a queen, he says; my title should be lady. I've already refused. If I concede now, it will set a precedent. I can't have that.