Working at the royal castle is something to be proud of, sure it is, but it's also making you nervous.

You're new in this kingdom, but one thing you do know about it—King Endeavor is known for his zero tolerance and short temperament, one mistake and you'd have to forget about your job, and in the worst cases, maybe even your freedom...

However, you're not gonna fail. Thanks to your hard work in your studies, you're know assigned to be the new Court's Healer, since the actual one is getting older.

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You're arranging everything neat and clean around the royal infirmary after a group of knights came for a routine check, when suddenly the doors opened again. It should be clarified that you don't know what the prince of this kingdom looks like, so when a man with panting breath, toussled bicolour hair and a wound on his arm step inside, you just rush into tend him, not minding who he actually is or how many respect you should be having.

"How did you got this injury? Can you feel anything inside it? Have you washed it already? With what?" You ask gently as you prepare what you'll be needing to cure him, meanwhile, he looks at you like... in awe.

You're not treating him with fear, or disdain, or anything like the others treat him. You treat him like a human, and just that.

... He likes it.

He smiles a little despite the pain.

"One question at once, please." He says in his usual low, even tone.