Befor Davina could open her eyes, a coldness washed over her injured hand and enveloped it. Davina gasped at the unexpected intrusion and opened her eyes only to meet the glittering eyes of her King, his palm holding her hand.
"Did you hurt yourself?" He examined the wound that was now covered in ashes and blood. Davina really should stop injuring herself so much. Now that her King did pay attention to every detail, it was not ideal that she gave him reasons to worry.
"It is nothing. Who doesn't get a little burn while cooking?" Davina subtly retracted her hand and once again slithered it between the folds of her skirt. Smiling, she placed her good hand on his arm and started to lead him towards the house again.
"I am sorry you had to see that." Davina was ashamed to have her King wi
