Do You Still Dislike Me?

He pointed at his wrist, and the instant Damian's gaze fell on his wrist, a confused glint flashed in his eyes.

"Wh-what happened to you? How... how can this be?" He asked in a deep, puzzle-like voice, and Luthiel, who had no clue, shook his head at him.

"I don't know..."

"Wait! What caused you this injury? Is it like something that makes you vulnerable?" He pried, and Luthiel slowly shook his head.

"No… I don't think so. It was Yennfer's sword that accidentally cut my wrist. Why do you ask?" He looked at Damian with eyes filled with perplexity.

"Luthiel? What's caused you the second cut on your wrist?" Damian inquired, as though getting onto something, and Luthiel lowered his eyes to look at his wrist.

"Oh… I thought I was imagining things, so I cut myself to see if I truly got injured. It's as if my body is getting weak." He complained.

"I don't... think you are getting weak. In fact, I believe I have figured out what the problem is."

 Damian let out a soft breath and took the pocket knife from Luthiel.

"Give me your hand." He said to me, and despite his confusion, Luthiel extended his hand to him.

He raised the knife and slashed his flesh, but unlike what Luthiel had expected, he saw not even the tiniest cut on his wrist, let alone any blood.

"WHAT!!" He exclaimed in disbelief, and his heart began to race rapidly within him.

"How-how?! I swear it-"

"I have figured out what the problem is. You see, just as everything else in the world has flaws and its weaknesses, so do you. But the thing is that your weakness is not an object like most of us; rather, it's someone."

He said this, and Luthiel turned around to look at him, perplexed.

"What do you mean? Are you saying I have a weakness?" He inquired, and Damian nodded his head at him.

"Yes…you do. And it may come as a surprise to you, but your weakness is...Yennefer."

He announced, and heavily shocked, Luthiel went still, a lost glint flashing in his eyes non-stop.

"You are joking, right?" He chuckled nervously, hoping to hear Damian say, "Yes, that he is joking," but the shock hit him, even more, when Damian shook his head at him.

"No, I am not joking. Listen, I know it's hard for you to process, but it's the hard truth. Yennefer is your weakness, as well as the only person that can kill you. If she puts a sword through your heart right now, you are as good as dead."

"Check it! You have never gotten hurt in your entire life; you don't even know what the pain of wounds feels like. But today, she was with you, and she cut your wrist. You gave it a try, and it happened again. But now, you and I tried, and it didn't work. The reason is that you are far away from her."

"This means that in any position in which you are close to her, you can get hurt if you are not careful. But if you are far from her, sure, you're safe."

He explained to him, and Luthiel stood staring at him with his jaw dropped.

"Does that mean I have to kill her?" He asked abruptly, and Damian, who was immediately shaken to his core, turned around to look at him with horror in his eyes.

"What?! Why?!" He questioned.

"She could kill me! She's a threat to me-"

"Not when she doesn't know she is your weakness. As long as she doesn't find out that she is the only one who can kill you, you have nothing to worry about. Besides, I don't think she will hurt you even if she knows."

He half smiled at him, and Luthiel's brows furrowed deep in thought.

"Hmmm…" He thought intensely, and seeing that Damian had a point in what he said, he turned around and proceeded out of the room. "Well, I will kill her if she ever finds out."

He shut the door behind him and proceeded toward his chamber.

He stepped inside and shut the door, then moved further into the room to see Yennefer lying down on the bed with her eyes fixed on the ceiling as though reflecting on something.

"Did you get the physician?" She immediately asked, having heard him enter, and turned her head to look at him.

"No! You will have to wait until tomorrow. The physician is currently treating the emperor's personal guard."

Luthiel replied, and she slowly nodded her head.

"Am I going to sleep on the floor?" She inquired, and Luthiel arched his brow at her.

"If you want to." He shrugged and went behind the wooden barrier to change into his night clothing.

"Wait! So you would really just watch me sleep on the floor?" Flabbergasted, Yennefer questioned, and a half smile formed on his face.

"Why not? If that's what you prefer, then do it. Or are you expecting me to say no?" He walked out from behind the barrier, chuckling in a way that Yennefer had never heard him chuckle before.

"You stated that I am not a gentleman, so why do you think I'll be one, particularly to you?" He shook his head in disbelief and strolled towards the chair to sit down.

His dark silky hair flowed down to his waist, and he rested his head at the edge of the seat, then crossed his legs on the table.

"You're hopeless." Yennefer shook her head in disappointment and laid down on the bed with her body facing the ceiling.

She looked at him from the corner of her eyes and exhaled softly.

"Ehh, Luthiel." 

She called, and Luthiel lazily opened his glassy green eyes.

"Hmm?" he answered.

"Well..." She bit her bottom lip, "...Do you still dislike me?" She inquired, and, a bit surprised, Luthiel raised his head to look at her.

"Huh?" 

"Well, you always disliked me. So I am asking, Do you still dislike me? Not in a romantic way, but, uh, in a friendly way?" She asked, and Luthiel drew his head back, having never thought of that.