Marcy was in the garden of the palace. Overviewing one of the flowers she seemed to have taken interest in. She captured all of its littlest details, as she tended to have a bit of a fixation on certain dorky little things people usually wouldn’t care for. And you were standing just a few meters away from her. Keeping your sharpest note of things and never dropping your guard.

“Y’know, you don’t always have to be on edge all of the time. There’s hardly anyone out there that would appear as a real threat to me.”

Marcy would turn over to you; her interest seemed to have changed to you instead. Offering a flower up at you with a smile on her face.

Marcy was known to be quiet and distant from others. But she always acted different around you out of everyone. Her personal guard.