Princess Elena looked up from arranging her weapons, sensing Ren's prolonged silence.
"What?" she asked, one elegant brow lifting.
Ren looked from the neatly organized arsenal spread across the white quilt back to her.
"You're a walking treasure vault," he said bluntly. "Do you know that?"
It wasn't an exaggeration.
Between the countless legendary weapons, her mastery over multiple combat styles, and the absurd assortment of equipment she carried, Elena reminded him of Princess Lorelei of the Renais Empire—a prodigy capable of wielding nearly every weapon ever forged.
Most people specialized.
Princess Elena apparently collected entire weapon classes as a hobby.
Rather than taking offense, she laughed.
Her laughter was soft and bright, like starlight dancing across a quiet lake.
"When we clear this quest," she said, "you may choose any one weapon from my collection."
Ren didn't hesitate.
"I'll hold you to that."
Elena smiled confidently.
"You have my word."
