"They said buying you wasn't smart of me." Vaemin spoke in agonizing slowness as he played with the heavy chains between his fingers, as if they weighed nothing. "You will live to be ninety, perhaps less than that. Your short and useless life is not worth a tenth of the gold you were sold for."

He batted his long eyelashes slowly before turning to you again.

"I, however, believe it was worth every coin."