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Andromache was wary, yet she nodded pleasantly. I've come to accept your offer. Equal rank; equal title, No sense in wasting time on small talk. Faustus had said it himself; there was an empire to be built. She followed his gaze along the river for a few moments, then looked to him.

If we're going to do this, we'll have to get along, A half-smile tugged at her lips. Try to get along. The situation wasn't ideal, but she could hardly blame Faustus for the fall of her people, as tempting as it might be. So, painfully, Andromache set aside just a little of her pride. It felt rather monumental to her.