"Be the next head of the Oxley Family. Do it, or just die along with your mother and the rest of the people who will bother me about this matter again."
Charlotte held her breath as she assessed Hera's visage. "You're not joking."
"Do I look like someone who will bullshit about this?"
No.
"But — how — I'm young I don't know — I haven't read — I feel dizzy —"
"Hey." Hera snapped her fingers in front of Charlotte to stop her from panicking. "Look at me."
Charlotte's breath hitched, eyes shaky as she held the pair of eyes mirroring hers.
"Can you do it?" Hera asked, and she immediately shook her head.
"I can't!" exclaimed Charlotte. "How can I be the head of the Oxley Family? Do you know how big of a responsibility that was? Also, it's not as easy as that. The Four Families will not be supporting this! They won't allow —"