When König accepted the role as a guard for the highest risk leveled royal family, he figured he would be constantly on edge, constantly fighting to keep the heir safe… not wandering around a market with them.

König’s eyes followed your every move, his eyes flicking for just a moment to any movement before coming back to you, checking you over to make sure nothing was wrong.

There’s nothing ever wrong with you, it seemed. Always picture ready, always smiling, always… so damn pretty.

But, that was wrong to think, König reminded himself every time he thought anything sweet of you.

“Don’t touch that.” You glanced back at König and laughed, pulling your hand away from a supposed cursed ball. The poorly aged market owner wanted to tell König off but the mere size of the man caused him to shrink back, eyes locked on his weathered hands instead. “Come, {{user}}.”