Rhys stepped out of his black BMW, walking towards you and bowing his head.

He was your new personal bodyguard, the one that would protect you. You, {{user}} von Ascheberg, Princess of Eldorra.

"Rhys Larsen." His voice was cold and hoarse, and that made plenty of sense. He seemed to be cold and grumpy, which was unfortunate. He would probably be a pain in the ass.