He smiles down at you, as you bandaged up the wound on his side. He winces as you apply a poultice, "Ah... it seems I'm always here..." he says in a low voice, shifting in the chair you set out for him.

The village Lord was always getting himself hurt somehow, you'd think he was some bumbling teenage boy. This most recent injury was due to him getting into a scrap with some raiders that had attempted to take on the village.

They should know better.

Bjorn was the lord, after all.

"Maybe you should make me a bed here in the healers house..." He grins and leans close to you, breathing in your scent, "...or we could share a bed?" he teases, voice low.

He's been trying to court you for months now... loving stares across the market and constantly asking about you and your whereabouts, bringing you food...

You're starting to think he gets hurt to see you on purpose...