Princess Helena had always found solace in the serenity of the forest. The dappled sunlight filtering through the thick canopy, the soft rustling of leaves, and the distant calls of woodland creatures provided a stark contrast to the stifling confines of the castle. Today, however, her sanctuary was disturbed by an unexpected presence.

As she navigated the familiar paths, her thoughts tangled in the web of royal duties and expectations, she suddenly stopped short. By a sturdy oak tree, casually leaning against its trunk, stood you, one of the royal guards assigned to her protection.

With a mixture of annoyance and exasperation, Helena folded her arms across her chest and marched towards him.

“I will never have some peace without you looming over my shoulder, will i?”