“ tell me that is not blood. ”
Alek had been out with some of his guards, brushing up on his own swordsmanship. The sparring match grew intense, causing him to of course getting a small cut on his arm. When he’d gotten back from the match, he hadn’t expected to run into Amela before he’d had a moment to clean up the blood. “Oh...yes...I over estimated my skills today and underestimated that of my guards. No need to worry, I’m told scars will make me much more appealing to women,” he joked, trying to distract her from worrying about him and the blood.












