"Your father has high expectations of you," I murmured, lowering my eyes and quickening my pace on smearing the medicine. I knew boys didn't like their scars being shown, especially if they were beaten.
"It was an unfair fight. I noticed it immediately as soon as you stepped into the arena, and seeing how your sister didn't care to put some input in, I decided to speak my part. You're a Prince, and while that defeat did not look good for Latil, I don't care about diplomatic issues. I was worried about how your body would handle the blows." I continued, and he looked out the stall watching the next match.
"Father does have high expectations, so I just wanted to prove that I'm not useless." He scoffed lightly, and my heart ached suddenly as I could faintly see myself in the boy. Making him turn to face me, I met his green eyes with a stern expression.
