No one knew that Hena was an Elf.
But now, everyone knows.
Though, the soldiers of Forza kingdom couldn't give a fuck as they were in no position to worry about someone's race.
Nevertheless, Hena was scared as she had heard about men being an hungry animal in front of a woman and if a woman is as pretty as her, she knew the men would kill each other to have her all for themselves.
But Pablo's hand on her shoulder gave her all the courage she needed. And his words, his words made her let go of her fear of her identity.
Burn your cloak and your bloodline shall radiate your glory.
Of course, she didn't have that great of a bloodline. She was a slave, sold by her own father for some money to drown himself in alcohol for a week.
But she shall make sure that Pablo doesn't think that his words had fallen on deaf ears. She heard him and she will act like she heard him loud and clear.
She tied her hairs to her back and now both her pointy ears were visible to everyone.
