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selaena tended to stay out of the political matters her brother involved himself in. she did not like war or conflict, she didn't like her brother's greed when it came to land, and she certainly didn't enjoy the great loss of life that came with that. she was a princess for the people, content to do her work with the least fortunate in their society. taking in her brother's enemy? certainly the most involved she's been with the crown in a long time. her eyes flash when she notices him trying to sit up, stepping forward and one of her hands gently pressing against his shoulder. "please, don't strain yourself on my account. you're not in any condition for that." her hand is warm when she removes it from his shoulder, gaze catching on his torso and swallowing thickly before she tugs the sheet back up for him. "you've been sleeping for four days time. you murmured a bit here and there, but i was sure you weren't aware of much when you did." she smiles softly at the sound of his stomach growling, turning to one of her servants to send for food before facing him again. "selaena. princess selaena. it's a pleasure to hear your voice, king valor." she holds her breath, waiting to see if he realizes who she was.

a form of a woman, beautiful and smooth-edged with dark hair && a curious look in her eye, materialized in the fuzzy center of valor’s vision. for a moment - a fleeting second, just a flash of it, he inhaled sharply. the king thought he recognized her. eyes lit up, but as he gazed with lips slightly agape, he realized that through the fog of his pounding temples, he couldn’t quite place her. couldn’t bring any true realization up, no memories to associate to her striking beauty, nor recollection of the sound of her voice. just a vague, nearly empty sense of having seen her before… like she’d leapt from a dream. perhaps that was all. he was imagining things in his weakened state. “ and just how long is a long time? “ he finally croaked out, unable to sit up fully, feeling how his whole body betrayed him as he tried to come to a stand as any gentleman would when a lady entered the room. she spoke with the refinement of at least upper nobility. and yet - despite whatever valiant effort he made to show his respects to his savior, valor was unable to do much more than twitch in the sheets, allowing them to drop lower down his bare body. heat burned embarrassment through his core, and he was once again betrayed as his stomach let out a furious growl in response. “ …i suppose i am. thank you, my lady... ah...? “

she’s fucked. she knew that without a shadow of a doubt that she would have been better off leaving him to die where she’d found him, especially when she recognized who he was. king valor, the number one enemy territory that her brother had been trying to conquer and absorb into his own kingdom. she knew that by extension, valor was supposed to be her enemy too, that she should have handed him over to her own king and ended the fighting. but at the sight of him bleeding and helpless outside her estate? well, it had her swearing her staff to secrecy and having her healer look over him. she’s been anxiously awaiting him waking, stood on the balcony when she hears his voice and she hesitates before she walks inside. what if he recognized her as his enemy’s sister? what if he killed her for his own gain? but she swallows, entering the room anyway and reassuring herself that he was hardly a threat in his condition. “you’ve been sleeping a long time. are you hungry?”

status -> open to all 21+ muses *we do not have to be mutuals to reply! supernatural muses welcome, too! + canons if applicable but will be selective*

setting -> my muse, inspired by arthur from camelot lore, is the king of a small realm && has been severely injured in battle. your muse, perhaps not realizing that he is the king, has taken on the task of nursing him back to health && saving his life. bonus points if your muse is on the enemy's side, or maybe does know who he is && has other intentions, entirely utp!!

my other opens - always accepting responses!

i should be dead. it was the first thought that floated through the throbbing agony of king valor's mind, before the full force of the pain hit his body. bones, broken. flesh, torn. he last remembered the devastating swing of a sword- a blurred face with lifeless eyes as they swung to claim his own... valor startled fully awake. groaning as he sat up, nearly passing back out again as color dazzled in fractals of his vision, bile rising in his throat as his body screamed protest to movement. maybe i am dead. he shook, trying to focus on his breathing, eyes wild as they took in unfamiliar surroundings. valor looked down, noticing his clothes were gone. the royal crest, the weapons, the armor... exposed, vulnerable, with bruises blooming over so many surfaces. " hello? " the king croaked, realizing how dry his throat was, how he was too weak to stand. to fight, to run. fear flooded his veins like ice. " am i alone here? "