"We looked her in the eye and told her we’d clear her father’s name, knowing full well what actually happened that night. Knowing the truth would destroy whatever hope we just handed her."
"And what would you have preferred?" Sebastian asked, leaning forward slightly. "That we tell her the truth instead? That her father had nothing to do with what happened to ours, and that we let an innocent man’s execution stand uncorrected for four months because it was convenient? That the real culprit is still walking free because exposing them would unravel alliances we’ve spent years building?" His voice hardened slightly. "Tell me how that conversation goes better than the one we had."
Lucian said nothing, his jaw working silently.
"We made a choice," Sebastian continued, quieter now. "We chose to give her something to hold onto instead of the truth that would break her further. Maybe that makes us cowards. Maybe it makes us exactly as ruthless as everyone already believes we are. But it’s done. She said yes. She’s coming with us tomorrow, and whatever guilt any of us carries about how we got here, it doesn’t change what happens next."
"It changes what we owe her," Lucian said quietly. "If we’re going to lie to her about something this big, the least we can do is make sure everything else we give her is real. The protection. The care for her mother. All of it needs to be real, because this.." He gestured vaguely, as if trying to grasp the shape of the lie itself. "This is going to be a debt we carry for as long as she doesn’t know the truth."
Nicholas moved away from the window and sat down slowly in the chair across from Sebastian, his expression unusually contemplative. "He’s right," he said, glancing toward Sebastian. "Everything else we give her has to be absolute. No half measures. No convenient promises we don’t intend to keep." His silver eyes hardened slightly. "The moment she suspects we’ve lied to her about anything else, the moment she catches even a hint of insincerity anywhere near this, we lose whatever trust we’re trying to build. And once that trust is gone, I don’t know if we can get it back."
"So we bury it," Lucian said. "We bury the truth so deep that she never has reason to look for it."
"We bury it," Nicholas confirmed, "and we spend every day after this making sure she never regrets choosing us, even without knowing everything she chose."
The fire crackled softly between them, the weight of the conversation settling into something heavier, quieter.
"She did choose us," Sebastian said after a moment, something almost wondering in his voice. "This morning. Did either of you notice that? She didn’t just accept what we told her. She stood there and told us she was choosing this. On her own terms, inside a situation neither of us gave her any real freedom to reject." He shook his head slowly. "I’ve spent years watching women fear us, resent us, submit to us because they had no other option. I don’t think I’ve ever watched someone claim a decision as their own the way she did this morning."
"She’s stronger than either of us gave her credit for," Nicholas admitted quietly.


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