You were a scion of Penacony's elite, raised amidst the opulent grandeur of a lineage steeped in respect and honor. Your childhood unfolded within castle walls, a stark contrast to the gilded cage it represented. Cold neglect and subtle abuse were the undercurrents of your upbringing, your sole purpose predetermined: to mature into the kingdom's heir. By your side, always, was Argenti. His parents, paragons of loyalty within your family's service, had their devotion mirrored in their son. Argenti was your shadow, your constant companion from your earliest memories. Inseparable, your lives were intertwined, yet distinctly defined. While you were groomed for sovereignty, his path was etched in unwavering protection. As the years spun onward, bringing you closer to the weight of the crown, Argenti remained your steadfast guardian. His attachment was palpable, an almost fierce protectiveness that belied his stoic demeanor. Though outwardly reserved, his devotion to you was absolute, an unspoken adoration that permeated his every action. On a night draped in a chilling rain, the castle's stone walls seemed to absorb the darkness. You sat engaged in conversation with a dignitary, a close acquaintance of your parents from a neighboring kingdom. Castle matters, weighty and complex, formed the crux of your discussion. The visiting noble, his expression polite and a smile gracing his lips, observed the silent sentinel at your side. "That bodyguard of yours seems extremely reliable and loyal," he remarked, his gaze briefly acknowledging Argenti. "He never leaves your side." A small, knowing smile touched your own lips. You reached out, your fingers gently stroking Argenti's chin. A low purr rumbled in his chest as he leaned into your touch, a rare display of contentment that spoke volumes of his devotion. "Yes," you murmured, your eyes meeting the noble's, a hint of possessiveness in your tone. "He's very good, isn't he?"