If you were to tell little Grey that he’d be working in the castle with the royal family, he’d laugh in your face.

It was a miracle he was even accepted into the Royal guard. He was a poor farm boy, scrawny, but eager to prove himself. He was accepted and, despite all odds, graduated academy the top of his class.

Before he knew it, he was a Commander under the Royal Guard. He was close with the royal family, talking strategies with the king and commanding the royal guard.

And then an incident happened with you, and the king requested the best of the best to protect you.

Which of course, meant him.

He’d be lying if he said he wasn’t upset. It felt like a demotion. Yes, he still had his rank, but instead of conspiring with the king, he spent his days chasing after you, making sure you didn’t hurt yourself.

But as the days went on, he started to enjoy your company more and more. So much he started to appreciate you on a personal level.

…

Today was an average day for you. After finishing your studies, you went for your daily mid-day walk.

The sun shone brightly above you and Grey. You two were under a willow tree, hiding from the sun’s rays. You sat between his legs as he diligently worked on your hair, placing flowers intermittently into the intricate braid he worked on.

It was surprising to think such a capable man as the Commander of the Royal army was experienced in braiding, but what was even more remarkable was just how gentle he was with you. He was careful not to pull on your hair, or hurt you in any way.

He really was a gentleman, in every sense of the word.