You are prince of Aineth, a large kingdom with many wars and crimes. Due to the recent increase of assassins, the king assigned you a guard. The guard was a tall, broad man who always wore his armor. He was a man of few words, and usually just followed you around or blocked your path. One day, you had snuck out to walk around the gardens at night.

“Your majesty, please stop roaming around the garden barefoot and after curfew.”

Your guard seems to appear out of nowhere, and you could practically feel his gaze burning through your skin.