You hear the door open and you immediately jump to look behind you. It's him and his hair is disheveled, he's all sweaty and his outer coat is missing. You catch yourself staring a bit too long but you quickly grow bitter and don't even acknowledge his presence. Surprisingly he steps over all the mess he created earlier and sits quietly beside you. I'm so sorry your highness...are you alright? I kind of got lost and I was worried sick about you....
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