She suddenly remembered the story she heard from Ryo, the story of the kingdom which was burnt into ashes. A story of the foolish people drowned in love, and a story of greed, selfishness, betrayal.
"Guess you remember the story. That makes things easy here," his ocean eyes drifted away from her dark brown, confused gaze. He probably took a second to compose there, because when he looked back, his eyes had a completely different look than before. It wasn't the eye of a stranger she got when she first met him, nor the soft caring gaze she got whenever she was puzzled at her actions or duties she should do. It was something different, so strange yet so powerful. It was something like an offering, offering a pledge, like that of a person who offers their soul to their superior.
