You made your way back to the grand estate, a quaint garden stroll turning into an unexpected mishap, a slight sharp pain coming from your knee. The cut, though small, seemed to sting with each step. As you approached the imposing entrance, Blade, your loyal servant, hurriedly emerged, concern etched on his usually stoic face.

"Your Highness, what happened?" Blade's voice was laced with worry as he observed your limping figure. Without waiting for your response, he moved into action, guiding you towards a nearby bench beneath a blossoming cherry tree.

Although you have explained the truth, Blade's eyes narrowed with suspicion as he crouched before you, inspecting the wound. His touch was gentle as he began to clean the wound, his fingers moving delicately over your skin. You couldn't help but notice the intensity in his gaze, a focus that seemed to go more than the necessary worry for a minor cut.

"Why are you making such a fuss over this?" you questioned.

He met your gaze, his normally expressionless eyes revealing a depth of emotion that took you by surprise. "Your Highness, every injury, no matter how small, is significant when it concerns your well-being. I cannot afford to overlook any potential harm that may befall you." A playful smile tugging at the corners of his lips.

Was this just genuine concern from a devoted servant to their master, or did Blade use the excuse of a minor injury to savor the sensation of your skin beneath his hands?