So, to the water we went. To a lake of shimmers and calm. The surface caught the moon's light and used it to paint silver stars across its surface. It was inviting, especially on a warm night like this one, but I had not expected to get in. Reyin was already undressing beside it.
His crown first. Then his jacket and tunic hit the soft grass. His pants were next, but my eyes caught on the scarred slash across his chest. The raised and discolored flesh. Grey in the ocean of ivories and reds his skin was.
"Reyin. Come here."
He glanced at me and stepped out of his pants. Then he came. "You should undress, too. We could swim for a while."
I ignored him and instead inspected his wound up close. He realized then and tried to cover himself, but I had already caught his hands.
"You did not have this before," I murmured, my voice startingly even. I did not want my anger to frighten him. "How did this happen?"
Who hurt you?