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“I’ll take my leave of you, Kassandra.”
It would’ve been a lie to say that those words didn’t cause her shoulders to drop.
Kassandra had gotten used to Brasidas’ presence during their days in Arkadia that she’d almost forgot he wouldn’t be accompanying her to Boeotia, returning to Sparta along with her mother instead. She watched as he did a small bow as a parting gesture, like the gentleman he ever was, and tried not to let her disappointment show.
But then Brasidas glanced up at her—those soft, gentle honey eyes she would never have expected to find in a battle-hardened Spartan man before—sending her a certain look. And just like that, she understood the unspoken words behind them, and found herself returning his smile with one of her own.
I’ll be waiting for you back at home.
Because Brasidas bowing to Kassandra before they part ways in Arkadia always makes me soft.