Almara’s Pov
I quickly wipe the blood from my lip, but it’s too late. Arthur knows blood has been drawn. I watch as defeat makes his body crumple. He falls to knees and lets out a broken sob. Along with the sound of his shocked tears, my heart shatters.
I have never seen Arthur cry and it dawns on me that perhaps this is the first time he’s cried since he was Grace’s age. I go to wrap my arms around him as I would to Grace, but without lifting his head from his hands he tells me to stop.
I try not to take it personally, I know it’s because he can smell my open wound and I would only be causing him more struggle.
“We’re going to fix this.” I tell him, forcing my voice to sound more courageous. Arthur lifts his head up and though his eyes are red and his nose is running, he still gives m
