A prince caught himself in a bad situation in the forest but luckily a young man saved his life from a group of bandits that tried to kill him.
This young man in other hand doesn't know that the guy he saved is the prince, which the prince tried to...
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Bran
I never imagined being in this situation. I'm carrying a whole load of weight right now, an unconscious man who's mildly injured. In addition, he's heavier than I thought. His lazy feet had an unpleasant noise as I dragged him along. To think, I got a basket and a bow carried as well. I am helpless.
The sun is setting and it colors the sky in light orange. I need to get home before I can't see anything at all when the sky darkens. Who knows what kind of animal is lurking in the forest. We might encounter a wolf along the way, it will bring us no good.
Seriously I can feel my back ached from how heavy he was. I walked, and walked, and walked until I could finally see our house. My lips smirked with a speck of joy. After an hour of walking and carrying someone, my legs could finally breath. I propelled my feet until I'm facing the front door of the house. It's made out of old wood and about six inches taller than my father's figure.
Unlocking the house was almost impossible to do, with all the things that weighted on me, I struggled to open the door with the key. Nevertheless, the door unlocked and I pushed it open with the force and rushed to my room and laid the unconscious man gently on my bed in an instant. I took a lit match from the kitchen and started lighting the candles in the house, one by one. Once all the candles were lit, I can now clearly see the house and went to check on the stranger in my room.
He looked miserable. His clothes were covered in dirt. The blood on his arm and leg were all dried up. I needed to get him clean, at least.
I can feel the frustration building up in my throat. I'm supposed to have a good time hunting birds, but I got myself involved in an accident, a problem that isn't mine. And now, I'm obliged to rinse a complete stranger resting in my room.
I got some of my clothes and brought a small basin with water. I soaked an old cloth in water and began rinsing his arms. As my eyes began to drawn attention to his clothing, it looked unusual and didn't seem like an ordinary person as a whole. His clothes looked expensive, shirt and trousers rich in tailor-made texture, and his shoes felt new to look at, certainly not something you'd see people wear in my area. This guy appears like an aristocrat. Were those men trying to rob this guy? I faced him, only half of his face was illuminated by the candlelight — exposing his faultless pointed nose, nice small lips, and defined jawline. By the looks, he seemed quite older than me for a matter of two or three years is my best guess.
I removed his shoes and undressed him slowly, trying not to wake him up, and continued cleaning his body. I also tried to treat his wound.
I set the basin on top of the table beside my bed. There's nothing much on my table. Just a couple of books and the matches I used for lighting the candles. I also placed my house key on it.
Looking back at the guy on my bed, I noticed that his legs were still uncleaned. I started to take his pants off. My face boiled up for some reason as I continue. When I saw a few strands of curly hair on his lower abdomen, I stopped. I stood up and took a couple of steps back.
