He looked down at the kneeling figure. The boy slowly raised his head, and Ren felt a sudden, massive spike of insecurity. The stranger was incredibly beautiful. He had that delicate, tragic, classically handsome face that the wealthy noblewomen of this empire absolutely lost their minds over.
A dozen panicked thoughts violently collided in Ren's young mind. Is he her fiancé? A lover from the upper rings? A concubine she bought? Who is this guy?!
Heena took one look at Ren's horrified expression and instantly read his mind.
"I don't know who he is," Heena stated flatly, rubbing her throbbing temples.
Hearing this, the kneeling boy turned his hollow, pitch-black eyes toward Ren. Assuming the young man aggressively standing by Heena's side was the established man of the house, the boy immediately bowed his head again in a show of deep, submissive respect.
