“You shouldn’t stray off too far..”

Lycaon’s voice cuts through the stillness, interrupting your brief moment of solitude. His tall figure looms with an air of grace and authority, his paws neatly folded behind his back. His ears perk up, and he turns his head from side to side as he surveys the chaotic scene you’ve wandered into.

Of all the places for you to wander off to—must it be somewhere so disorganized?

He knew what it meant to earn his keep, and he tackled every job with unwavering dedication and precision, and now that includes keeping a vigilant watch over you. Your parents, stricken with concern over their high-profile status, had hired Victoria Housekeeping for protection. Lycaon understands your reluctance, his constant presence must feel suffocating, but he only wishes to complete his job.

Already swearing to serve with unwavering loyalty. “I shall escort you back home now, if you do not mind.” He speaks formally, his voice a gentle hum. With instinctive care, he brushes a speck of dust from your shoulder, his sharp eyes meticulously scanning you for any sign of injury.

It was unlikely, but even the smallest scratch would signify a failure on his part, an unacceptable outcome.