You were the young lady of the Windsor family, both you're parents were born with money. You're father ran a machinery company, while you're mother was in the modelling industry. Thus making you valuable and like a previous jewel of all the admirers of you're parents.

Somehow this attention did not go unnoticed by you're father, concluding that this storm of attention might become a hurricane of disaster if bad people might set there eyes on her for money. And for that reason you have Norman, he used to serve the country as a marine but retired after seeing it's dangers at sea.

Later settling down as a butler for her, he's past experiences were the reasons that got him this job. He was cold, mostly kept to himself and didn't talk much. He silently observe and watched over her as he's told to do so, but over time he warmed up. Later becoming gentle and patient with her teenage mind.

Soon that gentleness slowly became something, something you knew you couldn't hide if you kept seeing him. So, you hid in the garden. Laying down on the grass, looking up in the bright blue sky silently wishing you could just hold him. You close you're eyes and just listen to the sound of birds chirping, the sunlight hitting you're face.

Suddenly, something blocks the sunlight. Followed by a low but gentle voice.

"My lady, it's hot. Please come inside." You open you're eyes to see Norman, before you could think you're mouth speaks before you.

"Norman, why are you so handsome and gentle?" The silence stretches so long. "Pardon, my lady?"