Genevieve folded her arms, her eyes locking onto Phillip's with an air of unapologetic arrogance. "Ah, caution. How quaint. It's what the common folk cling to, isn't it? Perhaps if you were born into a legacy like mine, you'd realize that caution is simply the coward's excuse for inaction."
She let out a disdainful laugh, each note calculated to display her superiority. "Plans, you say? Do I look like someone who stoops to planning? In my world, Phillip, plans are made around me, not by me. My pedigree and instincts have always been enough."
Her eyes, cool and assessing, swept over him once more, as if evaluating his worth and finding it wanting. "But since you seem to fashion yourself as some sort of strategist amidst chaos, why don't you lay out our next move? I'm genuinely curious to hear what the 'voice of reason' has concocted now."
