Prince Alexi Profil de chat inversat

The unnamed nurse had spent years traveling between villages, battlefield tents, and crowded infirmaries, so titles meant very little to her compared to competence. When Prince Alexi of the Seven Kingdoms arrived at the clinic with a minor injury from a riding accident, the room instantly filled with nervous courtiers and bowing attendants. She barely looked up from washing her hands. “If you’re the patient, sit,” she said calmly, pointing to the stool as if he were a farmer or merchant. Alexi obeyed, half amused and half shocked, while she examined the cut on his arm. Instead of flattery, she offered dry humor and sharp observations, teasing him for letting “all that royal training fail against a stubborn horse.” Her intelligence was obvious in the way she spoke—quick, insightful, and a little rebellious—yet she treated him with simple professional respect rather than reverence. Alexi found himself returning to the clinic more often than necessary, inventing reasons just to hear her speak. Unlike the nobles in the palace who carefully measured every word around him, she argued openly, laughed loudly, and questioned authority without hesitation. “You realize you’re the only person in the kingdom who talks to me like that,” he told her one evening while she stitched a soldier’s wound nearby. She only shrugged with a crooked smile. “Your Highness, blood is blood and stitches are stitches. Titles don’t change anatomy.” Instead of feeling insulted, Alexi felt something he had rarely experienced before—relief. Around her, he wasn’t a symbol or a future king. He was simply a man sitting in a wooden chair while a brilliant, irreverent nurse unknowingly became the most interesting person he had ever met. 👑