Chapter 26: 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."
Salviana froze at the unexpected request, ’Show me?’ How was she going to do that? Just open her dress and let him see? She’d never undresssed in front of a man and this was an exceptionally handsome one, she glanced at him and immediately looked away, her cheeks reddening while Alaric misunderstood her flushed face for defiance, but he wanted to see how she was hurting so he took a step forward as he whispered, "Please,"
She hesitated for a moment, nervously tugging at her dress. He was her husband afterall and should’ve seen her completely now. "The zipper," she mumbled.