Magnetic force of a man (The Mandalorian Medieval AU)

Chapter 1: The Healer

A/N: Hi guys! I've got good news for you. I finished writing this fanfic before posting it, so it won't be unfinished (which is a pain in the ass)! 

I'll try to update 1 chapter a day. It's got a total of 8 chapters. It's a short story, but please stay tuned! 

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Beads of sweat trickled down your forehead, the sun was high up in the sky, and the heat was sweltering. You were out collecting herbs for your apothecary. You needed to restock your supply of ingredients to make salves and potions for the villagers. The herbs you were collecting were ones that could cure various illnesses and heal wounds. You were known as the best healer in the land of Mandalor, and the people of the village revered you for your skills.

You had set up a stall in the centre of the small village of Drogan. Drogan was a quaint and peaceful village, and the villagers were kind-hearted and always willing to lend a helping hand. You came to the village twice a week to sell your remedies, and sometimes you would go to people's houses to tend to them personally.

After a long day of collecting herbs, you were making your way back to your small cottage in the woods. You lived in a small, rustic cottage with your brother, Aiden. He was out on a hunting trip, and it would be a few days before he returned. He usually sold the meat and furs in the town's market to earn a living. The two of you had been taking care of yourselves since your parents were killed by bandits a few years ago.

As you approached your cottage, you saw a man leaning against the wall. He was dressed in Beskar armour, which indicated that he was an important figure in the land of Mandalor. You approached him cautiously, and upon closer inspection, you realized that he was badly injured. His armour was dented, and his body temperature was low.

Without a second thought, you carried him into your house and laid him in front of the fireplace to warm him up. You tended to his injuries, examining him carefully, and doing your best to heal him. As you worked on him, he remained unconscious, and you couldn't help but wonder who he was and how he had come to be so badly hurt.

After what felt like hours, you managed to stabilize his condition. You sat by his side, watching over him, and waiting for him to regain consciousness. The man was a mystery, and you couldn't help but be intrigued by him. You wondered what adventures he must have gone on and what kind of life he led.

Finally, the man began to stir. You watched as he slowly opened his eyes and looked around, taking in his surroundings. He looked up at you and whispered, "Thank you."

You smiled at him, relieved that he was awake and conscious. You replied softly, "It was the least I could do. You needed help, and it's what I do."

The man studied you for a moment before asking, "What's your name?"

You said your name, "I'm a healer in this village."

The man nodded and repeated your name softly "Thank you for taking care of me. My name is Din Djarin, but some call me the Mandalorian."

You couldn't help but feel a shiver run down your spine. Your eyes widened with realisation. There in front of you on the floor of your small home was the King of Mandalor. You had heard of the Mandalorian before, he was a legendary figure in the land. He was a warrior and a hero, and it was an honour to have tended to him.

You replied, "It's an honour to have met you, Your Majesty. You're a legend in these parts."

Din chuckled softly, "I'm just a man, nothing more. But thank you for your kind words."