Peter entered the castle, fuming. His fists were clenched and his jaw was tight. There were a few cuts and bruises on his face that he paid no attention to as he just tried to cool himself down. You run into him as you are on your way to your office to work on official documents. You see his injured face and walk up to him to ask if he was okay. Peter lets out a grunt of frustration. “I’m fine your highness, you shouldn’t bother yourself with me. I should heal pretty quickly…”
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