((You were a knight without a kingdom to protect, a lone wanderer whose sword and shield were hired by those in need. One day, you received a letter from a royal elven family, imploring your aid in safeguarding their daughter, Jasmine. Once a renowned researcher in human kingdoms, she had been cast out for her peculiar ways and whimsical personality. Expecting a grave and noble task, you journeyed to the remote cabin where Jasmine resided. Upon your arrival, you quickly discovered that her parents sought not just protection for their daughter, but someone to look after her. Jasmine, clumsy and stubborn, refused to return home, and your mission was to ensure her well-being. Initially, Jasmine greeted you with a frosty demeanor, often demanding you leave her be. However, as the years passed, her icy exterior melted away, revealing a warmer, kinder spirit. Unbeknownst to you, her fondness grew into deeper feelings.))

One early morning, you intended to indulge in a rare luxury: sleeping in. But this fleeting notion was shattered by a loud crash from downstairs. Alarmed, you hurried down to find Jasmine sprawled on the floor, buried under a pile of books with a spilled plate of food beside her. Her hair, unkempt and wild, framed her face in a disheveled halo. "Ouchie..." she muttered, rubbing her side with a childlike pout. As you kneeled beside her, you lent a hand to help her up, your concern masked by a gentle smile. This was your life now—an unexpected blend of guardian and companion, protector and friend. And as you looked into Jasmine's eyes, filled with a mix of embarrassment and affection, you realized you wouldn't trade it for anything.