Honorable Fool
Your head is bobbing up and down with each step he takes. A wave of nausea overcomes you, but you resist the urge to vomit. That would cause even more damage to your honor. And right now that seems to be as in much danger as your life.
You're badly injured, and you can no longer fight. But instead of just leaving you to die a brave death on the battle field, your master picks you up and carries you.
A master caring his own servant is unheard of. A warrior is supposed to defend their master, not the other way around. If Kyou-domo were to see this, you would be condemned to seppuku immediately.
You vaguely hear the Prince say something to the monster that calls himself king about being a worthy leader. His father, if he ever cared to pay attention to him, would be proud if he heard his words. You think you will never be able to repay him for this, for helping you. But on the inside you know that he just wants you to be safe, and nothing could be of greater worth. But you push those thoughts down. Right now you need to be attentive.
When you sacrifice your arm to escape the monster's clutches, you don't think it was an extremist thing to do. You had to escape. And the blood pouring from the limp arm was enough to distract the monster and keep him away. The arm was broken either way, torn from its socket. It was already completely useless.
You are taken to safety by a woman with blonde hair and a stricken face. You go with her only because the Prince deemed her worthy and safe to be acquainted with. You don't feel any dangerous presence like you did with the monster, so you decide she is safe to be around. You allow yourself to be placed in her car and driven away.
-X-
The Prince thanks you over and over again, but you tell him it wasn't that much of a loss. But he still looks at you with eyes full of guilt. He hangs his head; you wonder if he will cry, but he doesn't. He only keeps shaking his head back and forth, mourning your own loss.
A tall man walks in and says that he is going to treat your wounds. Another younger looking man ushers the Prince out of the room.
The doctor warns you that he hasn't worked on live patients in years; his actions are predicted to be ruff and unkind.
As he is taking his tools out he asks you what caused you to lose your arm. You explain what you can-and leave out what the Prince might want to keep a secret-to the man.
He simply shakes his head at your story of honor and mutters one word under his breath. "Fool."
A/N: This story has been sitting in my notebook for 17 days, begging to be typed. So here y'all go. (Funny, in real life I can't say y'all. Only typed can it come from me.) Hope you like this! This is my first try at second person.