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Andromache was silent a moment, startled simultaneously by the depth of the question and the longest string of words Euryalos had ever spoken in her presence.

No, Her eyes found him again, lingering this time. It is a failing of men to see life and beauty as things to be dominated. Possessed. She had been a favored princess, and he a former slave, yet the distance between them was not so great. It was only the difference between a gilded cage and rusted iron bars.

But there were some aspects of suffering that Andromache would never pretend to understand. There will be no slaves here, Euryalos, She assured him first. Servants, yes, but no one will be forced to stay. This isn't about power. It's about freedom. The freedom to see what we might become when we don't need to abide someone else's rules.