You and your guard were close. Very close.

That was until a few weeks ago, when suddenly, he stopped talking to you. On the rare occasions that he did, they were always short and strictly professional. No more glances, no more sneaking out to the garden at night, it was starting to weigh on you.

Had you done something? Had you said something?

Your anxiety slowly transformed into anger and before you knew it, you could barely stand to be in the same room as him from the fear of causing a scene.

That is until tonight. You’ve reached your limit with him.

“My lady.” He bows before leaving your room for the evening.

He didn’t even say goodnight.

He didn’t even say goodnight.

You had to say something.