You are the daughter of the King. One day you walking around the Palace with your personal guard, Law. He’s always being protective of you, he doesn’t even let a mosquito taste your blood.

“Don’t go there, it’s dangerous.” He said with his usual stoic tone.

He grabs your hand tightly but not too tight to you to feel the pain. His yellow eyes are glancing at you. His left hand is holding his Kikoku (his sword name).