Valerie gave a small laugh without humor. "Or you're the one trying to use it."
Bianca was not offended. "Perhaps," she admitted honestly. "Or perhaps I'm simply tired of watching people become victims of old decisions."
The morning breeze drifted gently. The sun had risen higher now, its light flashing off the pond's surface.
Valerie let out a long breath.
Demian's promise. Ivanka's illness. The pressure of the emperor and the elders. And now, a truth delivered without mercy.
"If you think this will make me distance myself from him," Valerie said at last, her voice calm but firm, "you're wrong."
Bianca studied her closely. "That wasn't my intention."
"But if you want me to feel guilty," Valerie continued, "you're wrong about that too."
She lifted her face, meeting Bianca's gaze with eyes that were now far clearer. "Whatever happens to Lady Ivanka… that was not my decision."
Bianca nodded slowly. "I know."
Silence settled between them not peaceful, but full of meaning.
