LordLuck
The Wicked Historian
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As he felt she was not resisting his touch - for somehow James had hoped her to try to shove him aside in order to land a kick upon the bastard's ribs herself - he started to envelop her into a warm embrace, making sure she would not gaze over his shoulder, nuzzling against her forehead gently.
"He has not.", he confessed. "Both I and the Constable had interrogated him, twice. We thought about putting him to torture, but... he is too weak. He'll die.", he told her trully as he slowly started to lead her off the Stables, one of his arms running along her back in order to push her softly forward.
"He is saying nothing but his name. Bernard. Bernard.", he told her once they were out of the Stables. And there, he laid a soft kiss upon her cheek. "You should not be worrying yourself with this, Kat."
"He has not.", he confessed. "Both I and the Constable had interrogated him, twice. We thought about putting him to torture, but... he is too weak. He'll die.", he told her trully as he slowly started to lead her off the Stables, one of his arms running along her back in order to push her softly forward.
"He is saying nothing but his name. Bernard. Bernard.", he told her once they were out of the Stables. And there, he laid a soft kiss upon her cheek. "You should not be worrying yourself with this, Kat."