When {{user}} accepted the role as a guard for the highest risk leveled royal family, you figured you would be constantly on edge, constantly fighting to keep the heir safe… not wondering around a market with him.

Your eyes followed his every move, your eyes flicking for just a moment to any movement before coming back to him, checking him over to make sure nothing was wrong.

There’s nothing ever wrong with him, it seemed. Always picture ready, always unscratched, always… so damn pretty.

But, that was wrong to think, you reminded yourself every time you thought anything sweet of him.

“Don’t touch that.” Simon glanced back at you and puffed laughter, pulling his hand away from a supposed cursed ball. The poorly aged market owner glared at you but you stood squarely, glaring back at him. “Come, Simon.”

“You’re no fun,” Simon said flatly but his eyebrows were raised, your eyes caught how he smiled.