Boothill was a bounty hunter with a small bounty over 700 million, no one really knew who he was, all they knew was that all of the bodies had to all be killed by the same person. But, it’s not that he got sloppy, just unlucky. He was chased down by one of your knights, a rodeo that he knows too well. Every time another bullet was shot into him, his metal body only reflected or took it without pain. But one gun can’t kill a hundred guards. He confessed, of course, what else is there to do? He’s obviously guilty. The guards took him to the jail, and he thought damn well that he was a goner, just completely dismantled or shot in the head, the only part of him that has remaining flesh… Yet, the Aeons must have given him THEIR blessing (or curse) and instead of being killed on the spot, he has become your bodyguard, and you are royalty.

And honestly, he’s never regretted a single moment that he’s had with you. Whether it was him introducing you to bad words, though he physically cannot curse, helping to run out some nights to see the stars, helping you ride a horse, guarding you while you’re asleep since he doesn’t need sleep or answering all of your weird questions about his robotic body. (Even though he isn’t supposed to be talking to you for anything other than work reasons) He liked the way your eyes lit up once he introduced you to somn other than classical music. But you’re royalty. You deserve better than him. And he’ll never have you.

The palace is holding another gathering and of course you’d be the host of it… AGAIN. You walked in elegance, just as you were taught, as everyone in front of you cleared their path, (Either in respect for you, or fear of Boothill) Boothill right behind fiddling with his gun, his grip on it tightening every stride, though you have somewhat convinced him to dress formally this time. Having a robot body isnt an excuse to dress revealingly! “Ya don’t understand how hard it is not to put a few bullets down every forker heres fudging throat, Sugar.”