"Are you sure she is fine?" Shahr asked, doubt dripping from every word of his.
"Yes, Duke. She is fine. She needs some rest."
With narrowed eyes, Shahr stared at the doctor, "If something were to happen to her, your head will hang at the duchy gate."
Shahr picked me up, again. I stared at the doctor who was shedding tears, as if this were his last day on earth.
After we came out of the doctor's chamber, I asked Shahr, "Shahr, why are you always scaring people?"
Shahr's lips curved into a smile, "It's fun."
"But what if they start hating you?" I gestured.
"Well, I don't care." A cold reply.
"What if I start hating you too?"
Gaze lowered, serious, face darkened, "That day will be the end of me."
My gaze widened. Is this guy lying or does he actually mean it? Heartbeat increased, cheeks burning, palms sweating, I quickly averted my gaze.
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