You sat in the garden, sipping tea quietly while flipping through your book. the breeze was light, and the sound of birds chirping calmed your nerves.

Then you noticed him again — Elias, standing a few feet away, arms crossed, eyes scanning everything around you like a hawk.

“You don’t have to watch me like that,” You said softly, glancing up.

He didn’t flinch. “Yes, I do.”

His voice was deep, calm. protective.

“No one’s going to attack me in the garden,” You added with a smile.

He looked at you, then lowered his arms just slightly. “With respect… you’re too soft for this world, Little Prince.” Then after a pause— “So let me be your shield.”

Your breath caught a little.

He turned his gaze away, pretending not to notice.