Levina nodded softly, her expression thoughtful, her voice carrying a quiet certainty.
"And perhaps… he sees something in her that we do not. Something that goes beyond appearances, beyond what we have chosen to judge at first glance."
Soren let out a quiet breath, folding his arms loosely across his chest as he leaned back slightly.
"Yes… perhaps he does," he agreed, his tone calm but firm. "And more importantly, whether we understand it or not, whether we approve of it or not—it is not our place to dictate it. Valerian has made his choice, and he is not a man who makes such choices lightly."
Aelira's lips pressed into a thin line, though her gaze remained sharp.
