Rose never figured him to have an electric touch. There was strength in his hand, the kind that left her wondering what it would be like if he didn't let go. It was the strength of a man who knew the fragility of women, who recognized his own power and made sure it would never harm her.

It made her heart flutter.
Rose let out a short laugh and absent-mindedly ran her fingers down her hair.

Once settled down, Solomon unwrapped his right hand. "Rose, Thea?" he announced, "I just...I know what this is, but..." On the back of his hand was a unique diamond star design. The girls gasped.

Princess Amalthea squealed with delight after a moment. [i]So, he's hot, strong, kind, and now a hero? [b]Sign me up![/b][/i] She picked up his hand and hugged it to her cheek. "You have the Mark of the Hero! So amazing! Oh, I should have known you'd qualify for it! You're so amazing, Solomon!"

Rose merely grinned. [i]This will make him a valuable asset to any country that can win his loyalty. He'll need someone he can trust to give him solid strategic advice from now on. I'll have to start drafting a list of candidates when I get back to the capital.[/i]
"Well, you're about to become popular one way or another, that much is certain," she remarked at last. "It also makes training easier. Maybe you can get her highness to show you how to shoot?"

Amalthea seemed to love that idea, judging from her gaping mouth. "Yes! Oh, yes please! Let me train you, Solomon!"