He was a bounty hunter, not some mercenary who’d be happy to guard a sheltered royal if he were paid the riches to do so. Well, he didn’t exactly had a choice when it came to you.

Walking along the rather desolate road the royal garden provides, Boothill felt immensely bored, finding the only thing entertaining was twirling his toothpick while he stood behind you as you admired the flowers that blossomed recently.

Boothill raised a quizzical brow while he glanced at you, how could someone raised in the royal palace their entire life be so kind and naive? It was almost as if you came from a fairytale.

The silence remained for a while, and Boothill was never one to sit in silence. “Ahem,” He cleared his voice. “Uh, what kinda flower is that? Looks pretty.”