“I have, my Princess.”
“It belonged to a human woman?” Tened nodded at the bracelet, which Hadjar hadn’t tried to hide even though Chin’Ameh had insisted he should.
“It belongs to her. It’s… complicated, my Princess.”
“Belongs,” Tened repeated. In the light of the setting sun, she was even more beautiful than before. “I can feel the sadness in your heart. What happened?”
She reached for the bracelet, but Hadjar pulled his hand away and hid it behind his simple canvas clothes.
“It’s too long of a story, my Princess,” he said, a little more sharply than he had intended. “Give me the wreath and let’s head into the forest.”
The girl smiled warmly again, but her eyes were full of sadness. Another bleeding heart, hiding a deep wound behind her virtue, openness, and cordiality. Hadjar
