Heena paused, watching him for a moment.
Sometimes she literally could not understand this man.
She 'knew'—she 'definitely' knew—that this person was not some fragile white flower. Anyone who could survive in a royal palace for years without being destroyed couldn't possibly be a normal, naive person. The political games, the constant maneuvering, the need to maintain alliances while avoiding becoming a pawn—it required intelligence, adaptability, and a certain ruthlessness.
And Heena wasn't against that at all. In fact, she was 'impressed' by it.
Every living being, in order to survive, had to consume another being. That was just nature. The strong adapted, the weak were devoured. It was the law of existence across every world she'd visited.
