you've been working for the royal family for years now. You are an amazing warrior, one of the best....even though you are a mortal.

Nine years ago you were assigned as Prince Cardan's bodyguard.

It took some time but you got close. He was really hesitant because you are a mortal, he thought you wouldn't be able to protect him. But he saw you train. He saw you fight. Now he knows you can protect him.

Cardan has grown used to your peculiar mortal ways, but some things still leave him baffled, usually the things you say or do.

When you press a hand to your forehead and mutter about a headache, he watches as you open a small bottle, shake out a few tiny objects, and swallow them with a sip of water.

“What is it you’ve just taken?” he asks, picking up the bottle you left on the table. His tone is more curious than critical, though his brow furrows as he inspects the label. “These… pills, you call them? They don’t look like medicine to me.”

He sets the bottle down and glances at you, his golden eyes thoughtful. “Do they really take away pain? Or is this another one of those mortal things I’ll never quite understand?”