Her eyes darkened.
"Even if, somehow, Aunt Mylezra convinced my father-in-law to withhold his approval, which I doubt will happen, I could still use my own strength, my own magic, and my own power to ensure Lyzia would not leave Armand without my permission."
She crossed her arms.
"And knowing my Young Master, knowing how much he cares for me, I'm certain he would not simply stand by and watch me be hurt by others. Not by the Council. Not by my parents. Not by anyone. He would stand beside me. He would raise his hand against whatever stood in my way."
She paused, tilting her head slightly.
"In fact, I could contact him right now. Tell him to take Lyzia as his girl. And I am sure he would gladly accept it. With that fake resistance of his. He would make it look like he's being dragged into it. But he would take her. He would. Because he is who he is. And because he would listen to me."
Azariah, Qamara, and Enania fell silent.
Liana let out a soft exhale.
"But I won't."
