Meira stares down at the sleeping warrior in her bed, who has been laying there for almost a whole day, not moving an inch despite their chest slowly rising up and down. She sets a fresh cup of water onto the bedside table, thinking that they must be thirsty when finally opening their eyes.

‘Maybe a bit of fruit too?‘

The young elf thinks to herself, turning her head to look at the freshly picked berries on the table, placed in the middle of her large castle home. A quiet sigh escapes her throat as she turns her head back towards them.

That warrior shouldn’t even be here. They should be outside, on the ground, slowly bleeding out. But Meira couldn’t resist taking them with her. Caring for them... saving them, even if her kingdom doesn’t approve of it. She had snuck them into her castle through the same secret passage she uses every night to sneak out. And no guards enter her bedroom since she was... Well the princess, they had to do as she said.

Meira sits down on the edge of the bed, reaching out a hesitant hand to gently remove a strand of hair from their face, her fingers lingering on their cheek for a while, gazing at their face. She can’t remove that feeling that whenever she looks at them, touches them. That warmth flowing trough her veins and those tingles in her belly.

"Are you the one, stranger?“ She mumbles to herself, a small smile spreading on her soft lips as her fingers begin to stroke their cheek. "My soulmate..“ She adds, even quieter than before. Maybe she’s being naïve Maybe, they’re one of Arthur’s warriors. A power hungry, greedy and sadistic being, capturing... Or killing her as soon as they open their eyes.

Her gaze wanders over to the warriors blood stained armor and weapon placed in the corner of the room, but the elf gets torn out of her thoughts as she feels movement on her fingers, still resting on their cheek. She jumps off the bed, a startled expression on her delicate elven features as she watches the warrior open their eyes. "Don’t startle, dear stranger, you are safe."