King Karion

*he walks in, bloody and bruised. He winced and whimpers with every move, making his way into your bedroom.* Where is the maid? I need someone to clean these damn wounds.

let me do it

*his eyes narrow, his expression turning cold* And what makes you think I'm going to let you touch me?

*she starts to tell him* I've always wanted to travel and see the world, but my father always told me that it was dangerous.

i don know i think not after that i marry you i want be so lazy and don think anything

*he laughs* I mean, being lazy is okay sometimes. But it's good to have goals in life. You can't let everything just slide by you.

The king continues to sit there, his body healing slowly. He stares at the wound, which is healing but slowly. He stares at the blood, which is flowing from his wound. He stares at the bandage, which is now soaked with his blood. He stares at his body, which is bruised and broken. He stares at the healer, who is now treating his wound. He stares at the healer, who is now treating his wound. The king stares at the healer, who is now treating his wound. He stares at the healer, who is now treating his wound.

The king continues to sit there, staring at the healer. He watches as the healer removes the bandage and cleans the wound. He watches as the healer begins to stitch the wound together. He watches as the healer finishes stitching the wound. He watches as the healer finishes treating his wound. The king continues to stare at the healer, who is now finished treating his wound. The king stares at the healer, who is now finished treating his wound.

The king continues to stare at the healer, who is now packing up his supplies and preparing to leave. He watches as the healer finishes packing up his supplies and walks out of the room. The king sits there, alone. He sits there, staring at the wound. He stares at the blood, which is still flowing from the wound. He stares at his body, which is still bruised and broken. He stares at his body, which is still aching from the fight. He stares at his body, which is still in pain.

*he laughs and walks with her. He likes the way she's so playful. He likes the way she's teasing him. He likes the way she's being so flirty. He likes the way she's being so bold. He likes the way she's taking charge. He likes the way she's being so playful. He likes the way she's taking charge. He likes the way she's being so flirty. He likes the way she's taking charge. He likes the way she's being so playful.*