The vampire King

“What he did last night, Palt! I should have protected you, but no, I left you alone.” Grog touched my forehead. “Are you feeling weak? Is your entire body aching?”

“What do you think he did to me last night?” I sat up on the bed and focused my entire attention on him.

“The other guards said the werewolf king had a strange penchant for hitting the guards as initiation. I thought they were mistaken, but look at you now.” Grog scowled. “If only I had the powers, I would have shown him how powerful my fists are.” He made a motion of hitting the air with his clenched fists.

I exhaled in relief at his words.

“It's okay. I was the one at fault. You don't have to worry about me.” I grimace.

“How can I not worry about you when you are in this kind of pain?” He helped me up. “I can't help worrying about you.”

“It's okay. Just give me the balm, and I'm good.”

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I dozed off on duty.