Delusions
Silva took Amber to another room, they sat across a table and started talking.
"Before we start, let me ask, why are you helping me out?" Silva asked.
"Well, I did say I was interested in you. I like you, it's as simple as that," she said with a smile.
"Huh? We just met, are you playing a prank?" he asked.
"No, why would I?" she responded.
Silva was confused at this point; it sounded so unreal and unbelievable that a girl would like him just like that. He wasn't that good-looking.
"I know I may be slightly good-looking, but that shouldn't be enough to make you like me so quickly," Silva said.
"You underestimate your face, Silva. You see, in the elf race, the closer the blood is to royalty, the more beautiful they are.
I have siblings and relatives that have the highest royal blood history-wise, and they all look beautiful, but I do dare say that you have them beat," she said while leaning forward.