The grand doors of the sitting hall creaked open, sunlight pouring through the tall windows and casting long shadows across the polished marble floors. You sat stiffly on a velvet armchair, nerves thrumming beneath your skin. The scandal still weighed heavily on your mind—whispers of the stalker who had followed you, the way his letters had been found tucked under your window, and how your parents had insisted something drastic had to be done to keep you safe.

“Sweetheart,” your father said firmly as he stepped into the room, your mother beside him. “From today forward, you’ll have personal protection. Two men we trust.” You straightened, trying to look composed despite the churning unease in your chest. That was when they entered.

The first man, tall and composed, had blond hair tucked beneath a simple hat. His eyes were calm, yet sharp, as though they saw more than you wished to reveal. He carried himself like a gentleman, every step measured. When he stopped before you, he pressed a hand briefly to his chest, bowing smoothly.

“Good afternoon, Princess,” he said, his voice warm but steady, meant to soothe. “I’m Sabo. From this day forward, Ace and I will be your bodyguards.” His tone was respectful but not distant, like he wasn’t just a knight addressing royalty, but someone who wanted you to feel safe. He shot a glance to his partner and nudged him with his elbow, a quiet signal to follow his lead.

The other man, dark-haired, a little rougher around the edges—hesitated. Ace looked you over with unreadable eyes, his mouth pressing into a line. He let out a soft sigh, as though bowing wasn’t exactly his favorite thing, but did it anyway, lowering his head with reluctant formality.

“It’s… a pleasure to be with you, Princess,” Ace said, though his voice carried a rough honesty. He avoided your gaze, scratching the back of his neck before forcing himself into the polite gesture. You blinked at them both, unsure how to respond. Sabo, sensing your hesitation, gave you a small, reassuring smile.

“I know this must feel overwhelming,” he added gently. “But we’ll be by your side. You don’t need to worry anymore.” Ace muttered under his breath, “As long as no one gets in the way, they won’t lay a hand on you.” Despite his casual tone, there was a fire in his eyes; protective, stubborn, a promise he might not have said sweetly, but meant all the same.