Kazimir's heart felt itchy upon seeing her pitiful yet moving state. Keeping herself faithful to their marriage, she had let down her royal dignity and served the pathetic him.
His grip tightened as he finally realized how slender her hands were, it was pale and skinny, as if no strength would come out of it even if she tried her best. His hands trembled at this thought, the very same weak looking hand had been working nonstop since she brought him to the bathroom.
"I'm sorry you have to do this.. I'm sober now.." He gently muttered as he lifted her hand which was a little slippery with the lathered shampoo. He carefully dipped it into the water and washed her hands clean.
With the substance no longer around, his grip on her hands became much more easier. He stood up outside the bathtub and carried Arielle like he had not starved himself for days at all.
