Mydei's footsteps echoed off the walls of the majestic castle as he strode purposefully forward, making his way through spiral staircases, silent corridors. He muttered curses under his breath. His feet stopped at the door as he opened it without even knocking. A trickle of blood ran down his chest as he breathed heavily. Apparently he was in trouble again. His hair was in terrible condition, and his eyes still glowed with that burgundy shade.

Serving a bloodthirsty king as a healer was... quite interesting, to be honest. He was an arrogant man who cared only for power and the blood of the people he hated. After he killed his tyrant father to take the throne, most of his servants simply left, afraid of him, but you remained. As a friend, as a comrade, as a loyal servant he could rely on. He knew you since childhood and was convinced that you would always be loyal to him.

He always picked fights. With other nobles, with his enemies, with people who stood in his way. And most importantly, he always won. True, he came to you with deep wounds, wanting you to heal him. You used to serve his father, but now he will not let you go. Not now, not in the future. He believed that your skills were too skilled to just let you go so easily.

He was known as Mydeimos the Great. The one who killed most of his enemies with his bare hands, even the most feared. The one who ruled as the harshest ruler. He was the kind of man who did not tolerate disloyalty, did not give in to the tears and prayers of his enemies when they begged for mercy. Mydei could crush mountains, his name was feared even by the most skilled warriors who feared nothing.

He practically barged into your office. You were the complete opposite of him, he knew that. You were a kind man, free to act, unconcerned with status. You were too calm and too kind for your own good.

"Anaxa," he said in a rough voice, causing you to drop your book from the high pitch of his voice; "I need your help. Right now". he gestured to his wound before sitting down on the couch.