Ronan grabbed his handkerchief then handed it to the confused Alexis.
"For your wound," said the king, making Alexis's eyebrows knit together.
"Wound?"
Suddenly his hand ached. Alexis could feel his fingers getting wet as they touched his upper arm. His coat had been torn off, and blood was seeping down his arm.
"You hurt my arm!" exclaimed Alexis, who panicked that his arm was wounded.
Ronan didn't seem too affected. He just shrugged his shoulders unconcerned.
"I told you I didn't mean to. My arrow missed," he replied casually.
Alexis growled in annoyance. His breath wheezing with anger. How dare this barbaric king injured him, the heir to the throne of the Nieverdell Kingdom??!!
Alexis' patience had run out. He really hated barbarians like this man in front of him. Even though that man was a king too!
