“A-and, who might this forgotten soul be, your highness?” Nika cocked her head to the side.
“Just me,” Vasilli answered, a boyish smile on his face.
“Oh, yes, y-your highness,” she faltered over the title, “your arm, of course.”
All thumbs in his presence, she fumbled around for clean cloths and water. His gaze followed her the whole time. Feeling it on he…
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