His question hung in the air, searching her eyes as he waited for a response.
For a long moment, she looked away, unable to maintain eye contact.
The weight of her own insecurities pressed down on her chest, making it hard to breathe.
Eventually, she steeled herself.
Looking back into his grey eyes, her cheeks flushed and her heart beating a frantic rhythm against her ribs, she asked the question that had been haunting her.
"My Lord… am I useful to you?"
Dorian paused, finding her question genuinely surprising.
With his brows raised slightly and a small, incredulous chuckle escaping his parted lips, he asked back,
"What do you mean, are you useful? Did anyone ever question your worth for you to be this worried about it?"
"N-no one did," Ravina quickly responded, only to avert her gaze once again, unable to bear the intensity of his confusion.
