"Deer's eyes," one of them murmured softly, his gaze lingering on hers, caught in a trance-like appreciation.
Puzzled, Emma inquired, "Excuse me?"
"You possess the eyes of a deer, My Lady. They are exquisitely beautiful, and it is said that the lion of the DG Kingdom always falls for a doe," the middle-aged gentleman explained, his smile warm and genuine as he gracefully took his leave, leaving Emma to ponder his enigmatic words.
Emma looked at her three newfound companions, her brow furrowed in confusion. They, too, appeared equally perplexed by the unexpected comment.
"But they're not wrong, you know. You do have the eyes of a deer. Wide, clear, and innocent," Ronnie remarked, his smile tinged with bitterness. "Ah, to fall in love and have your heart broken all in one day!" He lamented, shaking his head at the irony of it all.
Emma, skeptical of love and romance, remained unfazed by Ronnie's attempts at flattery.