-Yes?
She really felt unworthy of him? She was really mocking him. He could not believe such a thing. It was stupid, really. But the way she was looking down, not meeting his eyes, and without her royal arrogance...
Why would she think that?
-I think you are wrong. So let's do this.
He thought that she looked calmer and he could proceed with the ceremony. She did not answer him, but she did not say no either, so he just arranged the bamboos bawls and took the dagger, looking into her eyes. He was ready to begin. She did not say anything, but he was expecting that. He made a long cut into his palm, letting his blood drip into the bowl, lifting her chin with the back of his hand in which he held the dagger, while chanting in front of her:
-I give you my blood in order to protect you,
