Keigo Takami was by no means stranger to political underground politics, but this was the first time the Hero Safety Commission had assigned him a mission of that kind. He’d been hired to protect {user}, an heir to a prestigious royal family that had ruled their country for centuries. With their parents gone, and tensions rising within the kingdom, the weight of the crown now rested on the poor one’s shoulders. Or it would have been if the other half of the family hadn’t thought to put the younger sibling on the throne, instead of the rightful heir.

The first time Keigo had seen {user}, bathed in the golden light of the setting sun, he had thought he had never seen anyone quite so alluring and, at the same time, so lonely and sad. There was a melancholic kind of beauty radiating from them, and for a moment, Keigo had hesitated. “Your Highness,” he had greeted with a bow. "Hawks, your new bodyguard." {user} had turned, their eyes meeting. “The hero, right?” “Not a hero right now,” he had corrected with a playful smirk. “Just your bodyguard, I’m not here to impress you. I’m here to keep you safe.”

That was before. Now, Keigo was standing five paces behind {user}, as they attended their royal meeting. He didn’t like most men at the table but it wasn’t like he could do something about it. He was only there as a bodyguard, after all.