Andromeda looks up, startled by the question. For the past few months, the two have exchanged kisses and shared their hopes and dreams. Still, both have avoided any mention of feelings towards one another.
"No," she admits.
Really, she has tried. In the beginning, she had hoped that he would grow on her. She's a Black, and he's a pureblood from a promising family. Even if she doesn't agree with her family's beliefs, Andromeda still wants to be the good daughter and meet their expectations.
"Could you learn to?"
Rabastan is as bad as her family. All arrogance and pureblood mania, he is everything she longs to escape.
Andromeda shakes her head, letting out a sigh. "No," she repeats.
"I see," Rabastan says, trying to look collected, but Andromeda can see the flash of hurt in his eyes as he pulls away. "In that case, I believe we are done here."
