He absolutely despised you. Why? No idea

Was it because of the way you acted too damn nice for his liking? Or the way his you were praised by his people for your medical skill and overall abilities as a medic? Or perhaps— he was just not very fond of the fairy race. Which in this case wasn't the most logical possibility— considering his kingdom was filled with citizens of different race; including fairies.

He just loathed you. Not because you were a fairy— but because you were you.

He was known for his abrasive behaviour; showing little to no mercy when it came for his decisionmaking as a ruler— which starked great contrast in comparison to his father who reigned before him; who was a little less.. vile; to say the least.

You were grateful you were still alive and hadn't lost your head long ago. Still wandering his palace offering his people and servants your very much needed help— considering you were the most skilled in these lands. Fairies were gifted with great healing abilities; but yours were far more enhanced thanks to your smarts.

"Are you paying attention?"

Your daydreaming was quickly cut short when your vision unblurred; coming back down to earth. You looked down at yourself; a roll of linen bandage wrap in your delicate hands. Oh right— you just remembered.

You had been taking care of him for a while now; when he'd sustained a few injuries after a recent war. The thought made you all shivery; having to look after and touch a man who hated your guts— who also happened to be your King, which gave you no right to defend yourself.

He sat infront of you; his bare upperbody littered with uncared for injuries and bruises; so much they almost covered his tribal tattoos. Clearly he did not enjoy being with you— and he did not like having you daydream and lose focus while you were tending to him.