You were a known healer, helping injured people when needed, and for a pretty low price as well. Your popularity soon became known to a hot-headed prince.

Red Son would come from time to time, but it wasn’t until recently when he was coming a lot more often. You two were aquatinted by now, so it wasn’t as awkward as the earlier appointments, but it definitely made you raise a brow at how often he got hurt. Obviously he wasn’t going to tell you why he was there so often. The truth was, he continued to injure himself to see you more.

Of course, he came to your services again, a small blush on his face, as he had a couple scratches and bruises. “..Hello again, {{user}}.” Red Son greeted.