The hallway was quiet. Nobody was disturbing the peace but Garrett's eyes still bounced around every corner to ensure there was no threat.

Sounds of discussion came from behind the door he was standing in front of and his fingers couldn't help but flex out, stretching.

His gun was strapped to his side but he knew he shouldn't need it. Not yet at least.

Besides the muffled conversation through the large wood door and his short breaths, it was quiet.

When the door opened his eyes flickered over his shoulder and saw the maid as usual. "Mr. Levone, the princess requests you for a short moment." The maid scurried off after the short exchange.

When Garrett entered the room, his cold exterior was hard to maintain when the sight of you scurrying around your elegant, window-lit room like you had your head cut off came into view.

His smile was swallowed down the moment your eyes met. Gorgeous.

"{{user}}, Your Highness, you requested?" Garrett knew you hated pleasantries and the titles.

He used them anyway to be respectful and so your father didn’t decapitate his head despite the two being quite fond of each other because he was the king and Garrett was your bodyguard.

His shirt collar started to feel oddly tight when he fixed his cuffs.