I Killed A Man

It was well past nightfall when Marlon returned. Flossina had occupied herself with reading his many herb journals. She left them strewn about the large room. The further he walked into the room he noticed it changed from books to various weapons of his neatly lined up on the mattress at the foot of the bed. He took his scabbard off and laid it down alongside the others. 

“I see you’ve kept yourself occupied.” He remarked, as if this was an everyday occurrence. 

She looked up from a holistic medical journal she was reading, smirked at him and then spoke. 

“There was nothing for me to do. The boy guard at the door told me I was to stay here. I cannot tour the castle alone. I can only go if  your ‘Commander’ escorts me. Who