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~Fridolf's POV
I watched as she rose slowly from her seat, her eyes still fixed on me, her fingers nervously twisting the fabric of her gown. Her voice trembled, yet there was a strength in it I had not expected.
"I cannot accept this," she said. "I do not even know what it is. I cannot tell if it is harmful or harmless. I will not give it to him blindly."
Her words landed like stones. I kept my face still, letting a calm, careful look settle over me, but inside something tightened. I admired the way she stood, small but stubborn, but that only made the irritation in me grow. People were supposed to obey, not lecture. People followed my lead; they didn't question the choices I made for them.
Then she narrowed her eyes, suspicion carved into the lines around them. Her voice cut through the room like a clean blade. "Why are you even giving Damon supplement when he didn't ask for it?" she demanded, her tone hard and sharp.
