“I won’t be able to acknowledge you for the next three years,” she says, sitting back on the edge of her desk. “Since, as commanding general of Basgiath, I’ll be your far superior officer.” “I know.” It’s the least of my concerns, considering she barely acknowledges me now. “You won’t get any special treatment just because you’re my daughter, either.
This tells me she loves her daughter and wants to keep her safe.
