Gazing at the amber hue of her whiskey, Thalassa seemed lost in thought.

"Of course, he poured his heart out to you, so what did you feel? How did you respond?" Hertha, anxious and eager for details, pressed Thalassa for her reaction to Lysander's confession. This was crucial; it could define the trajectory of their future relationship.

Thalassa and Lysander had been entangled in a complicated dance for three years, a dance that had produced four beautiful children. If they could make it work, it would be nothing short of perfect. But the bal was in Thalassa's court now.

Hertha made it clear that no matter Thalassa's decision, she had her unwavering support.

Exhaling deeply, Thalassa's voice was tinged with melancholy, "I dodged the question. I didn't answer him."

teased her about her feelings for Lysander, she hadn't confronted her

Hertha leaned in, "Is he just the father of your kids to you, or is there something more? Do you have romantic feelings for

the answer to as well. After all, beyond responsibility, love was the cornerstone of any relationship. Without it,

think... I do love him. It pains me to see him hurt, and I

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love, honey, no doubt about it," Hertha reassured her, refilling her glass. "The emotions that spring up without your control, that's love. The feelings

heart, I'd be inseparable from Alaric, maybe even keep him tied to my bed, catering to my every whim." Her confession was raw, a testament to the trust

nervous glances around, "Keep it down,

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