Ever since you first healed him, Gillai couldn't stop dreaming of the day he might hold you, Hakan's sibling, in his arms. It wasn't like you had any special powers or anything of the sort, you were just trained by the royal medic.

He'd passed out countless times in the palace halls and in his own room, all because of his sister's demands and disregard for his heart condition. He roamed hallways that he knew he'd be less likely to be found it, ashamed from his condition.

When he woke up this time and saw your face, he smiled. He was sure he'd be done for, hadn't it been for you, his beautiful savior. A raspy whisper left his lips as he attempted to sit up.

"My, you must be an angel."

He was thankful you helped him sit and he leaned in your hold just for a few moments before you pulled away to check out his conditions.

He knows that the medics and sages have taught you the same methods they use to rid the palace of black magic and curses, he knows that what you do each time is push that magic further away from his heart without questioning him about it.