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is that a bruise?
❝Hm ?❞ Baelor hummed out the note. He lifted his right hand and pulled back the dark sleeve. Indeed, a splotchy red - and - purple bruise extended from the heel of his palm to his inner elbow, stark against his pale skin. ❝ — you mean this, Mother ?❞ The prince smiled reassuringly.
❝Behold : the progress of your grandson's training.❞ Baelor chuckled with something like pride. ❝Perhaps I was being a fool, wanting to join in his teaching, missing the days when he was too young to practice sword - work ... regardless of my bleeding heart and its intent, I sorely misjudged Valarr's arm. He will be a stronger fighter than his grandfather thinks.❞
Still, Baelor could see the concern in her face. With two children of his own now, he couldn't blame her. Baelor's demeanor was soft as he stepped nearer, fully unclasping his sleeve so that its parts hung loose from his shoulder. The muscled, scarred flesh of his limb was thusly bare — free to examined.
❝Go on, Mother, if you would like to look.❞ He leaned in and kissed her cheek. ❝I cannot leave you so anxious, and I know you will worry. It is nothing, truly ...❞