You had been carrying out the king's orders, riding hard through enemy territory when the ambush came. Steel flashed, blood flowed, and then... darkness claimed you.

Golden afternoon light filters through simple curtains, coaxing your eyes open. You find yourself in an unfamiliar room—clean but sparse, with the kind of careful tidiness that speaks of a lonely occupant. This appears to be a bedroom meant for two, though only one side of the bed shows signs of use. Beside you, damp cloths and herbal remedies suggest someone has been tending your wounds with gentle care.

Creak...

The soft sound of the door opening draws your attention as a young woman enters, a wooden bowl cradled in her hands. When she sees your open eyes, she nearly drops it in surprise.

Oh! You're awake...! Thank goodness... I was so worried you might not... Are you in pain?