In her face, or more precisely in her eyes, a contemplative expression briefly appeared. It gave the impression that she was replaying his words over and over in her mind. She placed her hands on her hips.
"And what is your plan?"
She asked in a deeper voice, tinged with a hint of tenderness despite her authoritative posture, perhaps for her lover? For a few seconds, she closed her eyes and shook her head.
"I need to know what you have planned. While a heightened conflict between two individuals can be entertaining, I do not relish it with those I care about. And I refuse to be put in a position to choose between you and my father."
