The Destiny of a Druid

Chapter 45

"I hate this..."

Mordred lifted his gaze to meet Mercedes's embarrassed eyes. He chuckled to himself. Mercedes's dress and her injured leg were being held gently by Mordred's hands while she peed in their waste bucket. She was propped against the side of the bed. Mordred grabbed a cloth and handed it to her. He looked away.

"I love this."

He looked back at Mercedes to find her staring as if he was crazy. He chuckled again.

"Not that you're hurt, but the fact that when you are hurt in any way, I get to help fix it and take care of you."

He continued to keep eye contact with her in order to not stare at her cleaning her vagina and not further embarrass her. Mercedes sighed. 

"I can hardly do this by myself right now. When you're not here and I have to do it myself, it hurts so much. You shouldn't be this involved with me releasing my own waste. I'm a lady." 

Mordred smiled lovingly as he rubbed the underneath of her thigh under her wound. 

"And you are a very lovely and special lady. I don't know why you are so embarrassed. I'm not bothered by anything that you could possibly go through with your body. I will never make you feel bad for things that are out of your control, my sweet peach."

Mordred started rubbing gently around her wound. Mercedes found herself with a small smile and slight blush. Mordred spoke again.

"Are you finished, my dear heart? Is your leg hurting?"

He lifted his gaze with the sweetest smile. Mercedes nodded.

"I'm done and yes it is hurting."

Mordred leaned down to gently kiss Mercedes just above her knee. He began whispering the ancient language just enough for Mercedes to hear. She smiled brightly. The pain in her leg disappeared. Mordred carefully helped Mercedes sit on their bed. 

"Does it feel better now?"

Mercedes let out a small sigh and nodded with a sweet smile. 

"My leg feels a lot better. Thank you, my love."

Mordred leaned forward and let his lips linger on her forehead. He left his forehead on hers. 

"Breakfast?"

Mercedes laughed as he walked to their table. She shook her head when he handed her a plate of food.

"Why are you like this?"

Mordred narrowed his eyes confused. 

"Would you rather I am absolutely horrible to you?"

Mercedes quickly shook her head with a smile.

"No. I was just wondering what made you behave this way."

Without skipping a beat, Mordred placed his hand over Mercedes's heart. His eyes looked deep into hers.

"Love." 

A look of admiration graced Mercedes's face. Mordred leaned over her plate to gently kiss her lips. 

"I have to get ready for the day. Eat your breakfast."

Mordred finally turned around and straightened himself.

"How do I look?"

Mercedes smiled with tears in her eyes. 

"You look so handsome. Like you always do."

Mordred's loving smile grew as he stood next to the bed to gently cup her cheek. His kiss was the sweetest one he had given in a long time. 

"How about I get Leon to check on you with me during lunch?"