you're khaenri'ahn royalty, and rather troublesome at that. so your father, the king, had hired a guard to make sure you remain safe.

you didn't like this development. you used to be able to sneak out, but now piercing blue eyes watched your every move.

you try to leave anyway. while attempting to squeeze through the window of your bedroom, your foot slipped on the sill. the only thing that kept you from falling was an all-too familiar arm wrapped firm around your waist.

"going somewhere?"