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Euryalos listened, and knew she meant her words. Andromache wasn’t unfamiliar to him by any means, but his preference for distance from royalty meant he did not know the one who would now command him.

He hummed a low note in response.

You can mean a great many things. His eyes slowly slid to the girl, never a raised brow or pull to his mouth to indicate his mood.

Plans have a tendency to fall apart once in practice. His strategy meant nothing if the rules of engagement were broken, or if one thing slipped or went wrong. He closed his eyes, breathed in deep.

The others of this land, be they not as civilized, or be they slavedrivers, they will see your mercy as weakness in that way. Shall they be offered to you, be it in peace or to earn coin, what will you do Princess? A test, a probe, whichever he needed to feel out what she meant to do.