Hans had always been the coldest of the guards to you, always seeming annoyed or distant whenever you approached him. It seemed that the only thing he didn’t despise was his job and rules, which didn’t exactly make him a fun person to talk to. But whenever you were talking to the other guards, you’d always catch him staring. One day, when you were with Lancelot, Hans approached you. “Can we talk? Privately?” He asked in a harsh tone, his eyes seeming to bore through the helmet into you.