Frida's pov:
"Perfect Teeth, Perfect Hair, Perfect stature...she will fetch a handsome price with such demeanor I'm not surprised we thought you were the princess" The Master Song said rubbing his beard.
"Your features are impeccable and worth a fortune." he acknowledged talking to some other few men in his presence.
"I will train her...this one will be capable of wooing dare I say even the emperor one day. With this face, my bets are never wrong." he sneered using his knife handle to lift my chin.
"But also it is a weakness, no offense Girlie, but you are too pretty." he said and she got confused.
He was praising my looks a second ago now he was belittling them.
"Prettiness can be a weapon when you are powerful enough, but right now you have no allies, no power, no wealth. It is a danger to you." His eyes lurked lazily around the faces of the men who were with him in the room, like they were a threat, instead of allies or friends.
