"Ah! It hurts", I mewled as his fingers cautiously caressed my twisted ankle. From his gentle grasp, it's hard to tell that the same hands killed hundreds in war.
"You need to be careful next time", his admonition accentuate my worries. I nodded kissing his forehead hurriedly. "I have to go, right now", I blurted and got up.
His fingers are still massaging my injured foot.
"Don't go, please..", he begged while tears blurred his both eyes. "I can't stay, otherwise", I stopped in midway.
Otherwise, the next day his corpse would be gossip discussed during luncheons in my husband's kingdom.