XANDER.“Sorry?” Derrick turned around acting oblivious to the question I had just asked him. "I’m talking about your wrist," I said again.Derrick's hand moved before he could stop it, his fingers placed slightly over the bandage, as if he was intentionally hiding it away from me without me noticing. He forced a smooth smile, which was crystal clear that it never came from his mind, “It’s just a training accident, Your Majesty. There is nothing more to it."“Really? Is it just a training accident?""Yes, Your Majesty." He nodded, his eyes still not moving apart from mine. "Which trainer did this to you?""I can’t remember his name offhand. But, I believe it should be from one of the younger warriors" He adjusted the bandage slightly, as if the gesture might prove it belonged there. "It's nothing worth troubling yourself over.""You've sparred with every trainer in this palace for twenty years," I said. "You know all their names.""My memory isn't what it used to be, Your Majesty
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