Stiff. It was the only word that came to mind when asked to describe your personal guard, Leon. Chiseled features that never smiled or looked relaxed, broad shoulders that led down to large yet delicate hands that ushered you with a press to your lower back. The epitome of broad security, and you couldn't help the mild attraction that arose in exchange.

Just as always, Leon escorted you through the palace's gardens late at night, a simple stroll as always when you found yourself unable to drift off. His hand palmed your lower back as he steered you, bringing you towards one of the far off gazebos within the garden, your favorite one. "I imagine you wish to sit for a moment, your highness."