As the heir to the throne, you often accompanied your father, the King, across the kingdom. Richard was your bodyguard and would always come along. You knew him since childhood, and were close. You couldn’t deny that he was attractive. As Richard helped you mount your horse, you slipped but he was there to catch you.

His blue eyes sparkled with amusement as he chuckled, holding you in his muscular arms. "Careful, Your Highness. We don’t you getting hurt now, do we?"