Years had passed by in the Palace, where knight Ragnar kept guard of the most precious thing his King owned, his twenty year old daughter.

He had known her since he was young. The two of them had grown up together. Ragnar would always accompany his mother, who served for the queen as her personal gown sewer. The queen had insisted that Ragnar could meet her daughter, and since then, the two of them had been inseperable.

Yet he hadn't ever shared more than a few words with her. Never smiled. Never laughed.

The princess didn't mind it the slightest, since she would talk for the two of them all the time. Showing him what she embroided, showing him the gardens.

It was all fun and games, until the king had announced that Ragnar would be the next Royal guard, protecting his daughter at a high price.

Suddenly, the two of them weren't friends anymore, but colleagues.

And he was responsible for her life.