Chương 188: Dead men tell no tales

''She disappeared too. Maybe she is dead, maybe not,'' the man picked up the exquisite golden comb and stroked it with his fingers, ''The thieves claimed they found it in a small box in the Prince's room and they heard some rumors too. I just had to give them some of our useless tears which they think are some treasure and spilled everything to me. The remaining maids and servants in that wrecked Castle speak of how much the Prince doted on his woman. I assume he made it for her...'' 

Esme grabbed the comb from his hand and looked at it with wide eyes, ''It holds such a deep meaning,'' Is there a man who would make a comb for a woman? 

Just how lucky and special was that woman for her to be adored by a man to such an extent? 

''But he was rumored to be a beast. He was cruel...'' 

''Someone who is this thoughtful...'' Esme stroked the comb in her hands, ''How can he be a beast?" she whispered.