Demetrius's [POV]

"You look happy," I said as I entered the room the duke prepared for me and my wife.

"I am actually," she turned around and smiled, but her face turned gloomy again in a moment. 

"Blood..."

"It's not mine. As I anticipated, I needed to take care of trash," I said and rubbed my forehead.

".. But your attire is ripped a bit from the front..."

"There was a mad bastard," I grumbled. "Don't worry, I am not hurt."

She just shook her head a bit and then ...