"This is going to sting a bit," Nan said to the soldier as she held a cloth that she had just dipped into a liquid medicine to help stave off infections.

She carefully dabbed the cloth onto the gash that stretched across the man's forearm.  He winced in pain for a moment.  Then Nan carefully wrapped the arm in a bandage.

"Thanks Nan," the soldier said.  "You're the best bloody healer I've ever come across.  The boys here all love you."  The soldier pointed to a group of men who were practicing sword play and other arts in fighting.

Nan smiled and thanked the soldier.  He walked away and she began to place her healing items back into her bag when a shadow covered her.  She looked up into the blinding sun and saw the form of a woman, with the most amazing blond curls.  Nan quickly put her items in the bag and stood up.

"Hello, your majesty" she said, a huge smile hugging her face.

Nan received a smile in return from the queen. 

"Please, I don't like that title, especially from you after all of the help and kindness you have given me. Please, call me Christine."

Nan stared at the woman for a moment, shocked that she would be allowed to call anyone of royalty by their first name.  She didn't know if such a thing were allowed.

"It's all right.  I promise, you won't be beheaded for calling me by my Christian name," she said as if reading Nan's thoughts.

Nan smiled and nodded in agreement.

"How are you today?"  Christine asked.

"I'm fine.  Just helping some of the soldiers.  How are you feeling?  I was just on my way up to see you."

"A bit sore, but much better.  It's nice to be able to see out of both eyes, now that the swelling is almost gone."

The bruises had faded, and were barely noticeable. The cuts and gashes had turned into small scratches. 
Nan couldn't believe how beautiful she was.  She couldn't wait to see how amazing the queen would look once fully healed.

"Why are you called Nan?"  Christine asked, waking Nan from her amorous dream.  "I mean, that's not your real name is it?"

Nan smiled for a moment.  "No.  But it's really the only name I've ever gone by.  I have a brother who is a couple of years older than me.  When I was born, for some reason he just couldn't say my real name, 
Nancy, so he shortened it to Nan.  Everyone else just followed suit and ever since then, that's what I've gone by."

"Nancy," Christine said her name softly.  "Do you mind if I call you that?  It's seems such a beautiful name to waste."

"No, I don't mind.  I'd like that very much."

They stared at one another for a moment, lost in each other's eyes.