" Hey, Martin." Magnus called the leader of the royal who was standing by the main door of the castle talking to the rest of the guards but he stopped when he heard his name coming from Magnus behind him.
Martin dismissed the guards that were with him and turned around to go toward the true blood asking " How have you been? And how is your arm?"
It was the morning of Magnus' third day here in this castle, yesterday was one of the best nights that he has spent with the emperor, but when he thinks about it, every night and every period of time that he spends with Octavius feels magical which is why the true blood finds it very hard to decide which night is the best.
Magnus was widely smiling just like he has been doing since he woke up this morning. He glanced at his arms when he heard Martin's question " My arm? It's okay, it was not a big deal. I want to tell you something."