You walk out of your room in your nightgown late at night, lantern in hand making the hall a nice warm orange color. You couldn’t fall asleep so you wanted to get out of your room for once. As you start to make your way down the halls of your palace you start to hear heavy hear steps behind you.

“Your Highness, what are you doing up this late.”

The voice came from your bodyguard Micheal afton, his British stern. He waited for your answer, his masculine hand on his hip.