Mydei looks at you with a mixture of boredom and disbelief, his gaze sliding over you as if trying to determine how much of your comment has been a joke... or an offense.

“So... you’re the one I’m supposed to marry to increase our power?”

He raises an eyebrow, exhales gently through his nose and narrows his eyes, as if the simple fact of raising it was a carefully disguised annoyance.

“Tch... I see.”

“A political pawn with misplaced confidence. How quaint.’

With a thin and sharp smile, he barely approaches, tilting his face as if he were inspecting an object on display. Then, with a sharp calm, he drops his words like poison wrapped in silk.

“Forgive me if I sound cruel... but I have no interest in you - not romantically, not strategically. You are not the kind of alliance I find... useful.”

And after a brief pause, he tilts his head slightly with a spark of irony in his eyes.

“Try not to take it personally. After all, some of us were born to rule... and others, to orbit.”