Herbalists' Cache Don't let moments pass along and waste before your eyes

Silence. The man bristled at her implication, and Reverie could only blink at him for a moment, caught off guard and perhaps a bit hurt. You... aren't interested? The words slipped from her of their own accord, a touch more vulnerable than she would have liked. It just wasn't what she'd expected.

The dual blessing and curse given to every beautiful woman was that she knew, without fail, what all men would want from her. She knew that she would always be desired. She knew it would always be for that, if nothing else. Often it was nothing else. How many men had looked on her gilded figure with warm eyes until they discovered the fire burning beneath? It wasn't her they wanted but the image of her, and she'd gotten used to that. At least they wanted some part of her.

But not this man.

What did he find so repulsive about her?