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

your kids to you, or is

answer to as well. After all, beyond responsibility, love was the cornerstone

She struggled to breathe, her gaze lifting to meet Hertha's, "I think... I do love him. It pains me to see him hurt, and I get this sour feeling in my stomach seeing him with another woman, even angry. But then I remember his ruthlessness, the way he can be so cold, and

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reassured her, refilling her glass. "The emotions that spring up without your control, that's love. The feelings you rationalize, those

sip, Hertha shared her own truth, "Like me, if I followed my heart, I'd be inseparable from Alaric, maybe even keep him tied to my bed, catering to my every whim." Her confession was

blazed with embarrassment, casting nervous glances around, "Keep it down, will you... We're in

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