im counting on love to save me from this life im leading | injury, au, open

[size=7pt]The boy had been walking the streets looking for a quick job to handle. Though he only had some coins he found it difficult today for some reason. His hair was finger brushed back and dirt smudged his cheeks. He was heading to King's landing that day.

He arrived at a half pass an hour only to watch as the miss fell from her horse. His shock was clearly tangle with his gut. Because he walked quickly forward. Hands drawn to the jug she must used for water. All he knew was to clean and to stop the bleeding.. hell he probably was topless by the time someone came to help. [/size]

[fancypost bgcolor= transparent; bordercolor= transparent; height:; width: 450px; font: 12pt mongolian sans; text-align: justify;]Jace was tired. Although he'd left Driftmark some weeks back in order to make the coronation in time, he wasn't used to his bed in the inn he'd chosen. He'd never enjoyed sleeping anywhere but at home, and despite the softness of the mattress, he'd spent more time tossing and turning than actually asleep.

A few cups of dark, rich coffee in the morning had set him to rights for a few hours, but it was growing late, and his energy was starting to fade again. He'd been wandering the streets, considering what he should do about his nighttime woes (warm milk?) when a horse galloped past him, its rider bloodied and barely holding on.

Alright, his attention had been caught. He followed the horse as it headed toward the castle. It had only barely stopped when the rider fell. The watching guards didn't seem about to do anything. Jacaerys only barely suppressed an eye roll.

As he marched forward, an urchin boy darted past him, obviously intent on helping the woman. He was slopping water over her wounds and was removing his shirt....why? A second later, as the boy seemed about to shred it, he understood. Bandages.

"Stop that," he commanded Percy harshly. "Idiot. Your shirt is filthy. Do you want her wounds to get infected?" Deftly, he removed his own cloak, which was far cleaner - perks of being noble born and having clothing that was more frequently, and better, washed. Pulling a small dagger from his belt, he set about shredding it, and handed his strips to Percy. "Use these."

Turning to one of the guards, he waved a hand to attract attention. "You! Go find a maester. I don't care if you're on duty. This is more important." Fool. Did he think his master would prefer that he let Soren die?

[size=7pt]He paused on command dropping his shirt to the side. Cleaning his hands he quickly started at the fabric. Much more nicer then that of his own. Striping as many as he could he handed them over with his own gaze firm and serious. He didn't care for the man's idea of him but only that he saved this nice woman. Looking away he'd scoot backward drawing his legs into his chest. Apply pressure then.. he mumbled looking at the man with a stern glare. He didn't understand most of these high standards being, they all seem to prestige. Would this be his life.. Would he gave fine tune lifestyle. No.. He'd stay a stray kid if that's the case. [/size]

[fancypost bgcolor= transparent; bordercolor= transparent; height:; width: 440px; font: 12pt times new roman; text-align: justify;]The kid was wiping his hands. Good. If he had just stoof there mutely, like those damned guards, Jacaerys would have pushed him away. The tall man had no use for someone who would just hover around awkwardly, using up workspace - and yes, that was what this was. A life, sure, but also work, a way to test his skill. He'd never learned formal healing, and what he knew was gleaned from watching the maesters back home and asking them questions, but he felt confident that he could help until someone more learned in the art of medicine arrived.

He didn't look at Percy as he set about tying swatches of fabric over Soren's chest and arm. The boy had scuttled backward a few steps, but he still had use. "Gently mop her face clean with a wet rag," he ordered. "Then hold it down." They couldn't very well tie something there, but the facial wounds anyway didn't seem as bad as the others. Holding something firmly against them might help, and he had only so many hands.

[size=7pt]Him.. his brown eyes widen but he moved quickly. Rolling up his sleeves and taking a clean bandage. Gently he wiped at her face. Pressure would be applied next. His gaze was locked on her face. Feeling a pang of sorry.. this should never happen to a lady.. quietly he waited for the next command.[/size]

[font=georgia]The Lord of Snakewood was a little farm from home, but he had come into King's Landing on business; he was just coming out of a pub, tucking a little pouch of silver coins into the pocket of his trousers when he caught sight of Soren toppling helplessly from her steed. Fortinbras gave an ear-splitting whistle to summon the servant he'd brought with him as he strode towards Jacaerys and Percy, and commanded him to go and seek a maester when he appeared at his lord's side. The servant had disappeared by the time he came up to the trio. He bent down, resting spryly on his haunches and addressing the Velaryon. [b]"Looks like something attacked her...my servant is seeking a maester, but is there anything I can get you to make this easier for you?"

[size=7pt]He sudden rise totally freaked him out, yet he hid it by stepping back. But her hiss made him attempt to help her lay back down. Shoving his torn shirt under her skull just before she laid down. Quickly washing her face again gently trying his best not to hurt here. [/size]

[fancypost bgcolor= transparent; bordercolor= transparent; height:; width: 450px; font: 12pt mongolian sans; text-align: justify;]Lynderly had sent his servant for a maester? Fine, maybe one would come faster if approached by two people instead of just one. Jacaerys thought well of Driftmark's resident maester, but he hadn't had much exposure to the ones in King's Landing. Coupled with his rather poor view of mankind in general, it shouldn't come as a surprise that his instinctive reaction to a maester not being there the second he was needed was that the maester was arrogant and wanted to show the others just how much he was needed.

Distractedly, he leaned back long enough to run a pale gaze over Soren. She still didn't look great, but with his limited medical knowledge, there wasn't much more he could do. Percy was look at her with lovestruck wonder, as though that would help. Motioning for Fortinbras to come closer, he nodded. "Tie new bandages over any places where she'd bleeding through."

Dimly, he heard Katja's exclamation, and he let out a low sigh. Why was it that a noblewoman could cheer at a tourney but squealed when faced with someone who was hurt? Women saw plenty of blood in the childbirthing bed, didn't they? (Did they? The dark haired man assumed so.) Addressing Fortinbras again, he said curtly, "If your daughter can hold back the hysterics, have her cut up more bandages. If not, send her away." That was, he thought, more than fair, and a good deal more politely phrased than circumstances called for.

They must have done something right because Soren started to regain consciousness. "Lie down," he scowled. Percy had the right idea, putting something soft beneath her head, and he therefore received a pleased nod from Jace. "My name's Jacaerys Velaryon, and I'm the person trying to save your life." Could he put it any more clearly? Was that a hard concept to grasp? "What happened to you?" That would probably prove to be useful information for the maester, whenever he arrived.

Speaking of - Jacerys jerked his head back irritably. "Where is that damned maester?"

[font=georgia]Fortinbras did as instructed, his fingers moving agilely as he watched Jace. He was pleased, and impressed; without him, Soren probably would be long gone. Katja's voice surprised him and he glanced back for just a moment, masking his displeasure. Oh, I know she's attempting to maintain her innocent facade, but there's a woman's life at stake. Many ladies train to be maesters; surely she could reveal her talent in this dire situation? he thought sourly, snapping his fingers to catch her attention. "Kat! Come here and cut up the bandages." as time passed and he eyed Soren, taking care of any new blood he saw, and no maester came, he ground his teeth. "If you can handle this yourself for a little while longer - I'll try to find one myself."

OOC: I don't know if there are any maesters in Westeros rn. :0
Should Fort find an NPC?

[size=7pt]Eh he was happy she was feeling better. Though he saw his eldest sister in her.. Not much love there unless it's longing. Maybe a hint of respect. Hell she took a bear out.. to him that's amazing and that someone should be looked at with a kindred heart. Percy smiled back when she smiled though his was half there and half not. Meaning it didn't meet his eye's..[/size]

[fancypost bgcolor= transparent; bordercolor= transparent; height:; width: 450px; font: 12pt mongolian sans; text-align: justify;]// I was going to bring a maester in this post, but if you'd prefer to, I'll leave off and let you

The situation seemed to be stabilizing, and Jacaerys felt himself loosing interest. He'd proven to himself that he had some skill in the area, however weak, and that he hadn't bugged Driftmark's maesters for nothing. What was left - to see if the lady survived? He'd find out well enough even if he left, but if she got much worse, he wouldn't able to do anything anyway. Interrupted from his musing by Fortin, the noble nodded. "You do that."

He glanced humorously back at Soren as she responded. Feisty one, eh? He had a title and land lined up for him, unless one of his half brothers managed to convince his father that Jace's mother's illegitimacy had somehow passed down to him. "You went bear hunting by yourself?" His tone was one of mixed disbelief and disgust. Fucking idiot - of course she was here, bleeding from jagged claw marks. "What possessed you? Ugh, don't answer that, you probably weren't thinking." They never did, these noblewomen (and he was allowed to say that, being of noble blood himself).

[justify][size=10][font=georgia]Fortinbras got up and began to run, whistling sharply to attract attention and looking quite angry. He returned only a little while later, a maester laden with supplies on one side and his servant, looking thoroughly shameful, on the other. [b]"Here. She's been - what did you say? Attacked by a bear? Yes, she's been attacked by a bear...this man was nice enough to stop her dying...you do the rest, please."

[size=7pt]a your not weak miss he muttered out, standing finally and glaring at the man. your rude sir.. to me your more weak then me for ideally disrespecting a woman his words came with no aggression. Just a simple remark he honestly felt. These noble people.. they urk especially this one. Percy dropped his gaze when Lord Fortinbras showed. Quickly adding Thank you sir for letting me help save a friend.. Having up to watch from a very far distance. Leaving the shirt for the chilled air and something soft for her head. [/size]

[fancypost bgcolor= transparent; bordercolor= transparent; height:; width: 450px; font: 12pt mongolian sans; text-align: justify;]Jacaerys snorted. Women might be physically weaker, but they could be pretty shrewd - as long as they weren't coddled, as Katja appeared to have been, he didn't buy into the whole weaker sex thing. Would a weak person have gone hunting? No. "Sure," he agreed languidly. "It pains me ever so much to see a pretty lady bleed." Soren would probably pick up on his sarcasm, but even if she didn't, there were those who said that notoriety was better than obscurity.

His pale gaze switched easily to Percy. What a noble little soul. He'd grow out of that quickly. "Thanks for letting me know," he replied, once again scanning Soren to see how strongly she was bleeding. "If I try for self improvement, that'll be the first thing on my list to work on."

What little tension there was abruptly dissolved as Fortinbras returned, flanked by his servant and a maester. Rising, Jace reached for a bandage from Katja and set to work wiping his hands clean, moving away a bit to give the maester room to work.