Stavanger Bay Knight Unending

He wheezed, not feeling the familiar wheeze that accompanied his breath. A good sign, but the expulsion of blood was worrying. His eyes flickered to the light gray female who looked at him with a worried expression on her face. He breathed in her scent gently, she smelled of Ragnar, the Jarl. Deeply of him, similar to how Thistle Cloud smelled. Was she the Jarl's mate as well?

He coughed, but luckily this time there was no blood flying out of his mouth. "It is, indeed mine." He sneered with distaste at his weakness. "The Lady Thistle Cloud has been treating me, if you must know."