Character Narrative

Clive was a fairly simple person; he liked the little things in life. Things such as his flowers growing perfectly in the spring, freshly cut grass and the smell of the new wood varnish he put on his front door the other day. His daily activity rarely strayed from popping to the market, selecting a few pieces of fruit for the day as well as some milk, trimming his rose bush or saying hello to the neighbours.
One day however, his whole life was turned upside down for a few hours. He was on his way to market as usual at 10:15am, when he heard shrieks and a frantic horse. As he turned the corner into the market square there was a horse lying on the ground calling out, it'd been wounded by several arrows and wasn't going to last much longer.
This distressed Clive, being a lover of all things natural; he turned around and went home. He arrived at his front door and went to unlock it. It was already unlocked, ‘strange’, he thought, ‘I could've sworn I locked it…’ He shrugged it off and went inside. He stopped in his tracks, frozen solid; there was a man on his floor in the lounge surrounded by a small pool of blood. He was barely alive, coughing and struggling to move, he had an arrow embedded in his abdomen.
Clive had a wave of discomfort wash over him, followed by that of slight relief, realising this man was in danger and would be no threat. Then, as the man was no threat, his practical head was on. He rushed to his bathroom and various cabinets to look for ointments, bandages, anything that could help him. Being a former medic of the village, as well as a pharmaceutical vendor, he had plenty of supplies.
He worked tirelessly on the man, who was dipping in and out of consciousness, removing the arrow, pouring disinfectant on the wound and making the man smell some salts that would help numb the pain. He opened the wound and began stitching up a deep inner wound that was causing the bleeding, cleaning it up, sealing up the muscle and stitching the skin together. After 2 hours of patch up surgery he rushed off and brewed some strong herbal tea and made the man, who was regaining his consciousness, inhale the fumes to bring him to his senses. After an hour of sniffing the strong herbal fumes, the man was able to talk. All he managed to croak out was ‘thank you…’. Clive nodded, gave a little smile and went to his bed to have a nap. He assumed the mysterious man would do the same.

He awoke the next day, the surgery had taken it out of his, he hadn’t focused so intensely in a long time, it tired him greatly. He went through to his lounge to check on the mysterious man, but he wasn't there. Instead all that was there was a letter, he heard a loud CRACK, he looked out the window and a very large and ornamental looking carriage was whisked away by four of the largest and most impressive horses he’d ever seen. He opened the letter to find the following;

“Dear kind stranger, I cannot thank you enough for rescuing my son in such a dire situation, I’m sure it must've been distressing for you. I cannot reward you unfortunately as I don’t want to risk your safety by making it clear we were in contact. I have people that dislike me and my family and I wouldn't want them thinking we were affiliated.

Just know you have someone powerful looking out for you, I cannot thank you enough.”

Clive looked for some kind of clue as to who left this and who left in the carriage, as well as whom the young man was. That’s when he saw it, something that took his breath away. The realms royal seal.