The room was silent for a moment as Cleo did not know what to say.
Sophie's feelings of guilt were logical but yet they went against the common sense of the noble class.
Nobles were expected to control and maintain the stability of society but not the safety of random individuals within it.
Just by freeing a small portion of the slaves on the market was enough to go far and beyond what a typical noble would do.
And yet Sophie was feeling conflicted for even briefly having the thought of waiting for a couple of months or years before rescuing the rest.
Why was her girlfriend so silly?
"Where is this coming from?" Cleo gently held Sophie's face and forced the hybrid girl to look at her.
"You. Are. A. Good. Person," the princess spelled out the sentence clearly.
Thud! Thud!
The only thing Sophie could hear was the steady beating of both their hearts in the dark hotel room.
Two different people.
