Andromeda's innocent curiosity led her to tilt her head slightly, her inquisitive gaze fixed upon her father. "But Father," she mused, her voice as pure and untarnished as a crystalline spring, "what if I harbor no desire to tether myself to those who, in my eyes, lack the brilliance that surrounds us?"
The Duke was momentarily taken aback by Andromeda's words. Even the Duchess stared at her daughter, her usually impassive expression revealing a flicker of surprise. Despite the lovely and gentle timbre of her childlike voice, Andromeda's words carried a weight of thoughtful consideration, hinting that she was no foolish child but rather a young mind that pondered deeply.
Curiosity piqued, Duchess Anastasia couldn't help herself but ask, "my dear, what are you insinuating?'
Andromeda remained calm, her gaze unwavering as she replied, "I am alluding to those who exhibit ingratitude, Mother, those who recklessly nip the hand that nourishes them."
