Hello! Another chappy! Very very very short one!
Enjoy and review!
"Stay still!"
"But it hurts!"
"It's your fault for getting so wounded!"
"Aravis, do you really have to press that hard?"
"I told you to stay still!"
Corin sighed, wincing immediately as the tarkeena pressed the wet cotton to his bleeding eyebrow, the disinfectant solution stinging terribly. He decided to do as she told him and stay still, hoping the torture would end soon.
"You know Aravis, I appreciate that you are so desperate to be so close to me, and I'm flattered really, but I can't fully enjoy your alluring company when I know its Cor who you love" the prince said cheekily after a moment, grinning as much as his bruises allowed him.
Some time later..
"Brother, I thought you were the best boxer in Archenland, how could you have gotten so beaten?"
Corin's only answer was a huff and a very irritated glare to his twin.
Note to self: never irritate Aravis when she's got something, anything, in her hands, especially if one had been already beaten before.