Arsalan put his weapon on the ground to make space on the bed. No man would question him if he jumped into the skirts of other women, yet he found the idea to be deviant. "What is your father's name?" He said.
"Haman Reik," the nurse admired Arsalan, swayed by curiosity.
"Alright. I'll remember that name...you may leave."
"Is that all, my General?" The nurse was not expecting such a direct response.
"What reward can surpass that of finding your father?" Arsalan put his left hand out to pick up a bottle of water. The nurse's expression changed when she spotted a ring.
"You're married?"
"You seem surprised. Am I not man enough to take a wife?"
"No, that's not what I meant," the nurse shook her head. "I'm relieved that those nasty rumours about you hating women were false," She rested
