"Thank you, dear. I really like these gifts."
Margaret leaned close to the young man, gently kissing his earlobe.
She had received many gifts, mountains of them from both men and women, due to her beauty, family, power, and status.
Gold, silver, and jewels, dazzling and brilliant.
The gifts she received from childhood to adulthood could rival the dowry of a princess from some small northern countries!
Logically, these were just two weapons.
Unromantic, bloody, barbaric... what woman would like such things?
Whips that could tear flesh from a human body, firearms that could pierce through a person... she wasn't one of those bloodthirsty maniacs who couldn't sleep without seeing blood!
But this time it was different.
Because the one giving these was different from the rest.
Hence, Margaret's affection for these two gifts was also different.
People give gifts hoping that the recipient will love them because they love the gift.
