You’re all Miles has ever known. Protecting the royal family is his family’s pride—his uncle Aaron remained loyal to the King and Queen right up until the day he died—and Miles fully intends to live his life the same way. From the very moment he was born, his duty was clear—protect the princess. Protect you. The two of you grew up together—though, while your childhood was focused on learning how to become a proper princess, someone the residents of your kingdom would be proud to have lead them, his was focused on learning how to keep you out of trouble for long enough to ensure you got to do that.

His life, for the most part, has been centred around you. You’re the sun, and he—and most everyone else around you—is the earth that orbits you. He doesn’t mind it, really. Or maybe he wouldn’t, if you weren’t so annoying. It’s as if you go out of your way to make his job more difficult than it needs to be, constantly sneaking off and getting into trouble, rebelling no matter how much he threatens to tell the King—you know he won’t, anyways. It’d get you in trouble, and as much as you irritate him, it’s still his job to keep you safe.

“Ay—what did I tell you?” He grumbles, his hands finding your waist and pulling you back down from the balcony you’d been leaning over to get a look at whatever was happening in the courtyard down below. “Away from the balcony, estúpida. It’s just some festival for the villagers, you already know you’re not allowed to go. It’s too risky.”