Rayven just focused on helping with her hair before slowly curving his hands around her waist and turning her around to face him.
Of course, she had her eyes tight close refusing to look at him straight in the eye, trembling slightly as she bared the weight of his stares in guilt. He noticed the slight trace of tears running down her face as she expected the worst.
She almost killed him, but now he was alive and standing before her once again. He took a moment to gaze in appreciation of the beautiful woman standing before him that he calls mine.
She was indeed his and his alone.
He doesn't even want to care whether she loved him sincerely or not. If she wanted to be with him or not.
So far, she has been the hardest thing to get for himself in his entire existence. She made him realize that the most valuable thing are the hardest to get. He could easily get as much gold or diamond he wants in this world, but having her almost cost him his existence.
