Theon picked Norix up and congratulated him. "Now get back and rest. We have something big to do tomorrow and it's gonna involve us and Hoshi's help."
"Hosa"
Sir Norix nodded and bowed before leaving them, retreating to his chamber.
Theon smiled as the happy assassin walks away. Hosa punched his shoulder. "Who's he marrying?"
King Theon raised his shoulders. "I don't really know. I never hear him mention any woman that he's fond of. Maybe he just kept it a secret from me for so long. I think it's best to give him his privacy."
They shrug their shoulders as they help the people bury the bodies of the enemies.
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Sir Norix arrives at bedroom door and is relieved that the metal bar is still twisted. He breaks the metal bar with his bare hands and places them to the side, opening the door gently to not wake up the person sleeping in the room.
As Norix stepped in, Clara's eyes opened and looked in worry as he saw a bloody Norix. She hurriedly stood up which made sir Norix panic.
His heart winced in pain as Clara walked to him limping and holding her stomach. She ignored her body which was still healing and Norix knows that she's in pain.
Norix flinched when Clara quickly hugged him. "Are you alright? Are you hurt?" Norix felt warmth. Her care was all he needed. He was never wounded in that fight.
Norix tried to softened his voice but failed. It ended up sounding like a scary grumble. "That fight was nothing to me. Get off of me, I'm covered in blood." Norix realized what he said came off as harsh but Clara smiled at him.
"What a relief. Let me clean you." Clara tugged his arm to lead him at the washroom she discovered in his room earlier.
Norix didn't budge. "I'll do it myself. Get back to bed before I make you."
His words could've made a child cry but Clara was used to this kind of attitude. She only smiled at him. "I want to help you with what I can to repay your kindness. In return, you can clean the wounds on my back."
Sir Norrix couldn't refuse the look in her eyes. He doesn't want her to get even more hurt but he gave in since she's her fiance.
He nods as he plans to tell the news to her.
Blood flows to the drain as Clara bathes the assassin. His thoughts were all over the place as he plans to tell Clara about their marriage to be arranged by Theon.
Clara cleared her throat. "Sir Norix, can I go outside and talk to the other women in the kingdom?" she nervously asked. "They look very friendly." She remarked.
Sir Norix remembered how Clara's old friends were executed. He'd never have the heart to tell her no.
"You can talk to whoever you like." He said but then he realized he sounded like an angry growling maniac, he cringed inside when he didn't remember to quiet down his voice.
Amidst this, he sighed in relief as Clara giggled. "Thank you, Sir Norix. I'll be sure to help around the castle."
Sir Norix then wanted to question her about what she meant by helping around. As in hard labor? That sounded bad to him. He doesn't want her to work hard.
His thoughts were interrupted when she said in a bubbly voice. "My turn!"
Clara jumped into the tub of water and her back was facing Norix. His face grew with sadness as he looks at her back again. "The wounds have healed a little." He remembered to whisper.
He started to gently clean her wounds and scrub the dirt off her body. Norix just really Hope's that he could heal all her wounds and scars so that she could leave her past behind. He wanted her to start a new life and it starts with the wedding.
As Sir Norrix slowly rinses off her back from the suds, he clears his throat. "Clara, you will be marrying me three days from now. King theon granted us marriage and he'll prepare the wedding himself. I expect you to thank him when you see him after you recover."
Sir Norrix wanted to punch himself as he realized that he sounded like he was forcing her to marry him. 'Damn it, Norrix. Now you know why women are scared of you.'
When Norix was about to give up, Clara turned around with a big smile on her face. "Really?" Norix was in shock when he saw that she was happy.
'Is she not afraid of me?' he thought to himself.