He put his hands back, his expression earnest yet tinged with a hint of patience. "Well, it's your choice. But I can wait until the war is over. You can decide for yourselves after the war."
Leanna and Reaca exchanged glances, contemplating the proposition before them. It was a calculated risk, but they couldn't deny the potential benefits of having someone with Aragon's skills and resourcefulness on their side. From what Araide said to Leanna, Aragon wasn't just a normal swordsman.
Curiosity mingled with wariness, and Reaca leaned forward slightly, her eyes fixed on Aragon. "What are these wishes you speak of?"
"First, it's a simple one. I just need a large mansion here in the city and the gold you deem fit for me. And the second one is that I want both of you in my bed.
Leanna, with her icy blue eyes fixed on Aragon, would gaze at him with a mixture of amusement and disdain. A sly smile would curl on her lips as she reveled in the audacity of his wish.
