"But whatever you're worrying about, didn't happen. So, you really don't need to worry. Even if a hundred women like her lined up, Valeria, I'd still choose dining with a beautiful knight who upholds her honor a hundred times over."
The words hung in the air between them, Lucavion's gaze steady, his expression uncharacteristically sincere. For a brief moment, Valeria simply stared, the weight of his words lingering without fully sinking in. Her mind spun, looping around what he'd said, trying to make sense of it.
'A hundred times over… he would choose…' she began to piece it together slowly, the significance dawning in her thoughts like the first rays of sunlight cresting the horizon.
And then, it hit her.
