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Scorpio

I was mad. Well, that wasn't news. I was always mad recently. I couldn't believe we had lost. We had lost woefully to the vampires and had barely made it back to our land when we had fleed.

I winced as the maid dabbed a piece of cotton wool on my face, using it to clean my wounds. I would heal pretty quickly but I had survived enough wounds from the fight that I would like to clean them up and not look like what I had fought. The men would soon come in before my body was done with the healing process and I didn't want to look as pathetic as I felt. I felt ashamed of myself already and I didn't want to look more shameful in their presence.

"I'm sorry, your highness." The maid apologized as she realized that I had winced.

I dismissed her apology with a wave. "Don't worry about it. I knew it would hurt before I called you to wipe off the dried blood on the wounds."

She paused and looked at me as if she couldn't understand why I was being humble.

I sighed. I was injured. She could