“How many time have I told you to be more careful?”
“At least one more time, brother,” Lysella quipped with a wince as she pressed a wet rag to her head. The bleeding had stopped by now but the scar at her hairline was rather ugly, jagged and broken as it lingered past her forehead. Her horse had been frightened by a snake on the path and before Lys had a mind to tighten her grip on the reigns, the bloody thing had thrown her off. Her head had hit a rock, resulting in only a scratch. She humbly thanked the Seven for sparing her a worse fate. “I am perfectly fine, see?” She began to stand, her hand still firmly pressing the cloth to her wound. “No harm done. Now please stop making such a fuss, you’re a king now. Kings have bigger worries than their little sister.”
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