"Your Highness, are you alright? Your hand is bleeding. Should we get you some bandages to cover your wounds?"
The guard asked as he looked at King Alfred's hand.
The wound looked deep, and his hand was bleeding no-stop, causing the crimson liquid to pool down on the ground.
Despite that, the king looked unconcerned and did not even show a hint of being in pain.
"Stop making a fuss for no reason. I am alright, and this small wound will heal soon. There is no need for you to look so concerned for me. Just get me a bandage roll, and I will do the rest."
The king requested from his guard as he looked at his bleeding hand.
He could not believe that he had gotten this hurt when he had even managed to pull back in time to avoid getting hurt.
The guard returned quickly with a roll of bandage and handed it to the king with a worried expression.
