But, can she really say that she has the strength to carry the whole Empire on her shoulders?
Lyn's thoughts broke off when she noticed something, Rhys kept rubbing his shoulders; it wasn't just one injury, "Take your shirt off."
"How brave Lyn, stripping me alread--" Lyn cut him off when she lightly hit his shoulders, and Rhys yelped in pain.
"Take it off," Lyn repeated.
Rhys exhaled deeply and did as she commanded. There was a grave wound on his right shoulder, his skin swollen pink. Lyn frowned as she reached over and touched it, Rhys flinched.
"How did you get this?"
"The idiot's sword sheath is made out of gold or something; it hurt like hell when he charged at me with it."
Her sweat fell, "Wait, why the sheath?"
"It's funny; he thought he was charging at me with his sword. But realized he hadn't taken the sheathe of seconds later."
What an idiot, Prince Ereland's image is downgrading in her eyes.
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