Literature
My Lord Marth x Reader
Three nights. Three, long, sleepless, pain filled, frustrating nights. That's how long it took you to reach your breaking point. As prideful as you were, you couldn't just go ask someone else to help you out, but you couldn't even pretend to act meek or respectful enough for Marth to help you either. At this point, however, you were willing to do whatever needed to be done if it meant you'd get even the slightest bit of relief from this constant, paralyzing pain in your shoulder. You'd already shown up for morning drills on time, offered to help clean up the mess tent after breakfast and reorganized the supply tent. Though it may not