The wrinkle of her nose was indication enough of what she thought of his idea but Hadama waited for the final decision before he discarded it completely. He floated at ease in the water, carrying the basket effortlessly, though he began to look towards the palace and calculate his schedule for the rest of the day as Nysadeia debated.
The honesty was refreshing, as was the willingness to at least consider the option. It might have just been a precursor to an excuse to turn it down, but Hadama inclined his head to her gravely as they began to swim again. One person, he confirmed. Indeed, one person in particular that he had in mind... Though the two women would either strike sparks off each other no matter how deep the water, or else they would join forces and soon rule the court regardless of who held the throne.
Hadama glanced over his shoulder a the young octomaid as they approached the arch that led into the rear of the palace. Her name is Andromeda.
The honesty was refreshing, as was the willingness to at least consider the option. It might have just been a precursor to an excuse to turn it down, but Hadama inclined his head to her gravely as they began to swim again. One person, he confirmed. Indeed, one person in particular that he had in mind... Though the two women would either strike sparks off each other no matter how deep the water, or else they would join forces and soon rule the court regardless of who held the throne.
Hadama glanced over his shoulder a the young octomaid as they approached the arch that led into the rear of the palace. Her name is Andromeda.
