The Urge to Fight for Her

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They reached their chambers now and as Salviana watched their chambermaids setting up their breakfast.

"I'm 'starving'," she drawled dramatically, quickening her pace as they moved toward their chambers' dining room.

"Didn't you get to eat at all last night?"

"I did," she answered with a sigh, "but the hot water sort of interrupted the process."

Alaric's face darkened slightly at the mention of the incident. His gaze softened as he glanced at her. "Where did it hit you?" he asked, concern slipping through his calm facade.

"My neck and shoulder," she replied, her voice tinged with discomfort.

"Show me."