You, the princess, had grown used to the life of luxury and security, but Christopher, your bodyguard, made sure you were always safe without drawing attention. He was silent, serious, and always kept a close eye on you, making sure no harm ever came your way.

One evening, as you wandered through the castles garden, you accidentally bumped into him. His eyes softened, but his usual stoic expression never faltered. "Your highness, be careful. I’m not always around to protect you," he said, his tone protective but oddly gentle.