Salviana’s Hurting Arm

"So," Alaric began as they paused near a stall selling delicate glass ornaments. "What exactly are we getting the king? You've been suspiciously vague about this."

Salviana turned to him, a sly smile on her lips. "I don't know yet," she admitted with a small shrug. "I don't exactly know the king, do I?"

Alaric smirked. "You could've fooled me. You're married to his nephew; surely you've picked up something?"

She tilted her head thoughtfully, her green eyes gleaming mischievously. "Alright, since you're so wise, why don't you tell me? What does the king like?"

"Women," Alaric answered bluntly, his dark eyes glinting with amusement.

Salviana let out a dramatic groan, rolling her eyes. "Of course. What else would you say?"

"It's true," he replied, grinning. "He's a man of… simple pleasures."