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"Mage Scott you went to the masquerade last night, correct,"
Scott sat shocked for a moment before answering with a yes.
"I thought so," Owain nodded at the confirmation, "Then answer me this, were you attacked last night by chance?"
The table was silent as Scott sat blinking rapidly.
"No? why would you think that?" He asked touched that the Knight was concerned for him but confused on what lead him to that conclusion.
"Your neck," Owain said gesturing to the side of his neck, "It's covered in bruises."
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This is a really fluffy flowersmith fic set during and after the Masquerade, with a bit of Owain and his wonderful obliviousness.