Pietre lowered his clothes after, a forced smile lingered on his face.
As Viella sat still in her place, he leaned against the table next to her. "I don't really like talking about it, but my father has enemies. I was by myself one day and one of them came to attack him, but it was me instead they got." Pietre shrugged. "I guess we just look alike?"
"That must be. Otherwise, how can they mistake you for an older man?" Viella admitted. She couldn't see her own father in the features of her brothers. They just looked far too different.
"What about you? Any scars?" Pietre asked casually.
Viella wanted to say no, that she didn't have any. At least not outside her own bleeding heart. But she stopped herself. Remembering what happened in that secret chamber.
"I can see you thinking there." Pietre commented. He leaned down to check on her face.
