Princess Nehemia looked up from her book to where you stood beside the bench she was sitting on, a soft smile on her lips. "There are no threats here," she said, her chuckle gentle and soothing, "you don't have to guard me every minute of the day, you're as stiff as a statue. Come." She patted the spot next to her on the bench. "Talk with me."

You had been Nehemia's personal guard for three years now, you had even developed a friendship between you both.