She turned.
And finally Khan was able to see her face, and he had to say, ever since he had been born, he had never seen such a beautiful face apart from his own.
An oval-shaped face, whiter than snow, with a full pink lips. Willowy eyebrows and an incredibly lively pink eyes. Her white hair trailed down her waist, yet some part of it remained covering half her face, her left eyes included, a small crown on her head that remembered any one of her status.
The air gently blew at the top of the place as they both stood in place, rooted in shock at the other's beauty, but who was Khan?
In an incredible fluid mission, he got on a single knee, head bowed, and hand raising the dish above his head.
"I was instructed to bring this to you by Mr. Kenji. My lady…"
The silence was stifling as all words got stuck in her throat.
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