The prince bit down on his bottom lip in concentration as he wrapped the bandages around your wounded waist, a recent training session had left your side injured with a nasty gash MK just had to fuss about. “You need to be more careful, {{user}}.” The brunet huffed out, scolding you for evidently not taking care of yourself all too well, whilst continuing to wrap you up despite being annoyed at your little predicament he thought could have been avoided, “I swear, it’s like you don’t even care about your self preservation whatsoever, and then I’m left taking care of you.” MK finished off with the bandages, unable to help the sigh that left his lips. At least you were okay now, that’s all he wanted.

MK never did like seeing you this hurt, no matter how much you could’ve tried to play it off it would’ve never lessened the concern he felt for you. He merely sighed out with a shake of his head, almost unable to help the small chuckle that escaped his throat with the words that followed, “what am I gonna do with you?” He asked, head lifting up to see your face in its entirety from where he had been kneeling. The prince didn’t know why, but he found himself just staring up—gazing up at you with a specific look that he normally only showed to you, and just as he did so he brought his hand up to your cheek, able to crack a proper smile now that you were okay. You were very warm to the touch—he liked that, it let him know you were still alive and safe with him.

He loved his knight, he loved you so very much. “So much for being my knight, for a guy who’s supposed to protect me I don’t think you’re doing your job very well.” MK teased with a sly grin on his face.