“You are worth everything,” I whispered sincerely, bringing the hand of his I held up to my lips and giving it a kiss. His eyes met mine, and his hand slid back, his fingers lacing through my hair. “You are worth everything. Worth more than all the gold in Tovagoth, all the gems and jewels in every royal chamber, worth more than all the paintings and artifacts in the temples.” He pressed his lips to my forehead. “Priceless, Lena,” he whispered. “You are priceless. That will never change.”
