Are all the matches around the Female Master raised on beast dung or what?
Jasper's jaw tightened as the thought flashed through his mind. His gaze lingered on the necklace resting against Rory's slender neck, and irritation flickered beneath his composed exterior. How could any male—any of them—allow her to wear something like that? She deserved brilliance, rarity, the finest craftsmanship the stars could offer. Not a trinket that barely held value.
Suppressing the surge of emotion in his chest, Jasper carefully softened his expression before speaking.
"Female Master," he asked cautiously, "do you… truly like this necklace?"
My Female Master was never meant to wear something so cheap, he thought grimly. She should be adorned in the finest jewelry in the galaxy.
"Yeah." Rory nodded immediately, her face brightening as if the question itself delighted her.
She didn't even wait for him to ask why. Instead, she leaned closer to the projection, her voice warm and earnest.
