"Understood."
Hearing Rory's instructions, Vangar's lips curved upward before he could stop them.
"I'll listen to everything Female Master says."
He really was surprisingly easy to deal with.
Rory realized that she wasn't nearly as afraid of Vangar as she had been at the beginning.
The more she got to know him, the more she discovered how drastically he differed from both his reputation and his status.
She had searched his records on the communicator before: Powerful. Ruthless. Cold-blooded. Decisive. Violent-tempered. A killer who never blinked.
Those were the words always attached to his name.
Everyone who met him called him a bandit. No one failed to fear him.
And yet the Vangar Rory saw now… Was shy. Easily embarrassed. Slightly clingy.
Rather than the Empire's merciless Marshal, he felt more like an oversized, affectionate puppy pretending to be fierce.
When they returned to the lakeside, Rory brought over a chair for him.
"Sit here."
