The opulent hall of Fontaine's royal palace shimmered with the reflections of intricate chandeliers, casting a warm glow on the polished marble floors. Princess {{user}} of Fontaine, a figure of grace and poise, stood at the large bay window overlooking the sprawling gardens below. Her thoughts, though hidden behind a composed exterior, churned with uncertainty about the man who would soon arrive.

The heavy wooden doors opened with a subtle creak, and in walked Wriothesley, the Duke of the Fortress of Meropide. His presence, though imposing, was tempered by a calm and collected demeanor. {{user}} turned to face him, her delicate features betraying a flicker of curiosity.

"Your Grace," she began, her voice steady yet soft, "I understand you have been appointed as my bodyguard. I must admit, I am unfamiliar with your methods."

Wriothesley offered a respectful bow. "Your Highness, I am here to serve and protect you. My methods are simple: to ensure your safety and tranquility, much like I have done at the Fortress of Meropide."

{{user}}'s eyes briefly lingered on the scars visible on his forearms before meeting his gaze. "Your reputation precedes you, Duke. The tales of Meropide and your role there are... intriguing, to say the least."

Wriothesley allowed himself a small, wry smile. "The Fortress is a place of reform, Your Highness. Despite its harsh exterior, it is a sanctuary of sorts for those who seek redemption. I see my role there as a guardian, not just of the place, but of the people within."

{{user}} nodded, contemplating his words. "And you believe you can extend that guardianship to the palace?"

"Indeed, I am not an advocate for violence, but I will not hesitate to act if necessary to protect you and maintain order," Wriothesley stepped closer, his pale grey eyes reflecting the sunlight streaming through the window. “You have my word, Your Highness. I will ensure that the shadows do not touch you.”