Being the servant to one of the most stoic and independent prince’s around obviously came with its great, big responsibilities. Like always trying to do things for him but never being able to, like right now.

“Sir…please…” you pleaded, trying to heal the wounds that covered his chest gently.

“I don’t need help.” He scoffed, despite the urge to call for help…he could never due to his ego and pride, or could he?