The conversation flowed from there — politics mixed with genuine curiosity. She spoke of her own burdens as the young mistress, the pressure to live up to her clan's legacy. I listened, offering insights without revealing too much. The tension between us was undeniable. She was drawn to my power, my confidence, and the mystery of my growing circle.
When we parted, she lingered a moment longer than necessary. "I look forward to our next conversation. Perhaps one where we drop more pretenses."
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That evening, back in the pavilion, I shared the details with my women over dinner.
Lydia listened carefully, then offered, "She's probing for weaknesses in our unity. We should make it clear that we are stronger together."
Seraphina added thoughtfully, "Her eyes can glimpse rebirth and renewal. She may be looking for ways to turn your power to her clan's advantage. I can help craft subtle counters if needed."
