Sir Norix cleaned up every single one of the young girl's wounds. He stitched some of them close and applied a magical healing cream king Theon gave each soldier. It heals wounds and makes marks disappear.
He placed the equipment back in a chest and sat back on his bed. He looked down at the young Clara, hearing her whimper. She was in a nightmare and it was starting to hurt Norix. He didn't know what to do.
He has never cared for someone else other than king Theon. He has never worried so much that it hurts. He wanted to do something.
A tear fell down the princess's cheek. Sir Norix wiped the tear away and laid down beside her, hugging her but carefully not touching her open wounds.
He hushed quietly, creating just enough white noise. "It's alright. You're alright." He whispered silently. "I'm here."
The caring head assassin held her all night long, hugging her from the back. He studied how soft her snores are, her breathing was music to his ears, his heart beating in sync with hers. Sir Norix didn't know if he was doing the right thing but he knows that he made her somewhat secure to fall asleep.
The moon shined from outside of his window, the light falling on the young girl's face. A small smile appeared on sir Norix's lips for the first time and he was genuinely confused by himself.
Young Clara stirred in her sleep and turned to face sir Norix, her eyes still closed. Sir Norix froze from this but lost the tension when she saw her smile in her sleep. His heart started to beat loudly like it was making him go deaf from the sound. He held her close to his chest, making young Clara cuddle up with him. It made him happy
Sir Norix felt happy. He felt complete, like he had his whole world in his arms. He never felt this kind of feeling before. He never felt this nervous in his life. He has recalled all th wars he had been but never did he felt fear. He feared that young Clara would wake up from her sleep or have another nightmare. Thinking of that thought, made Sir Norix's heart break a little.
Sir Norix doesn't know the word love. He only knew adoration and appreciation. Confidence and pride by being a powerful man of a good king. Honored by many people and a hero to many. He is someone to everybody in the Kingdom of Imperion and a somebody to neighboring kingdoms and the enemies but this time, he desperately wanted to be somebody to Clara.
He lifted his hand and held her cheek ni the plam of his rough hand. He thought it would make her wake up but ir surprised him when she rubbed her cheek to it. This made Sir Norix feel emotions that he couldn't understand. So much emotion, he felt so much of it that he wanted to do something about it.
Sir Norix began to worry that Clara was stirring in her sleep again. This time, tears were starting to stream down her face. Sir Norix gently sat up to get a glass of water but a tug on his shirt stopped him from getting up. It was enough to stop him.
Sir Norix, a fearless soldier warrior who is a hero to many people. A powerful man who stands next to the king and is the reason why people cower in fear. No one has ever stopped him in what he was doing and to where he wants to go. Somehow, a gentle tug on his shirt made him stop.
It also made his mind go crazy.