A beautiful woman delights the eye; a wise woman, the understanding; a pure one, the soul.
Zane finally called Hena beautiful.
And he didn't feel uncomfortable saying that.
Hena watched his eyes and they had no ulterior motives.
She had seen the eyes of men and they praised her beauty to win her affection or body or kill her and become a Crown.
But Zane said that with hopes of nothing in return.
Hena felt she was being called beautiful for the first time in her whole life.
"Yes. You are beautiful." Draxus chimed in.
Hena frowned.
"What are you talking about? Get to work."
Draxus turned to paper.
Everyone ignored him and Zane made Hena store the extra clothes on her ring.
Hena didn't oppose that as she knew Zane wanted to keep his ring a secret.
"Calculate the price. Throw away our old clothes." Zane ordered Seb.
But Seb shook her head.
"I certainly can't take money from a Scepter of Bronzers' family."
Zane gave a glare.
