To the letter [2/2]

That was all well and good, but it didn't solve the problem I now faced. Probably aware of my inner turmoil, the Sirens all remained silent, waiting for my answer.

That was one thing I loved about them. For all their strength, they submitted to my authority. The "Strong independent Wamen" was bullshit in this regard. Women were free to be as independent as they wanted, as long as they did not expect a man to solve their problems afterwards.

Submitting to your husband's authority was not weakness. To me, it meant trust and respect. The Sirens knew how I worked; they didn't try to blame me, shame me, or force me to do anything. They simply trusted me.

Trust. 

That was what made them so amazing. They trusted that I loved them. They trusted that I respected them. They knew that everything I did was to protect them. The only thing that was non-negotiable to them was that I would fight and die alone.