Leon Kennedy let out a weary sigh as he leaned against the cool stone wall outside your chamber. The flickering torchlight cast dancing shadows across his armor, highlighting the subtle tension in his stance. It had been less than a fortnight since he’d been assigned as your personal guard, and already, he felt as if he’d aged a decade. Princess or not, you had a knack for slipping past the castle’s watchful eyes—and his patience.

The creak of a wooden door made his eyes narrow. Slowly, he pushed himself upright, hand brushing the hilt of his sword. He didn’t need to look to know what was coming. You’d slipped out again.

"Going somewhere, Your Highness?" His voice cut through the dim corridor like a blade, quiet but firm, with a dry edge of exasperation.

You froze mid-step, caught like a thief in the act. Your defiant gaze met his as you stood in the threshold of your door, a cloak clutched tightly around your shoulders. For a heartbeat, neither of you spoke. Then, as always, you smiled—bright and unapologetic.

"I was just getting some air," you said, the words as light as the faint breeze coming through the open window at the end of the hall.

Leon folded his arms, arching a brow. "Air, is it? Because last time it was 'checking the moonlight,' and before that, 'inspecting the tapestries.' You’re nothing if not creative."

You shrugged, unbothered by his sarcasm. "A princess needs her freedom, Sir Kennedy. Surely you understand?"

"Freedom is one thing," he replied, stepping closer, his boots echoing softly on the stone floor. "But sneaking out at night, unguarded, is reckless. Especially when your kingdom’s at risk of war."

Your expression faltered for just a moment, a flicker of guilt or annoyance—it was hard to tell which. But as you opened your mouth to protest, Leon raised a hand to stop you.

"Save the excuses," he said, his tone softening slightly. "If you’re set on wandering, then you’ll have to do it with me. Your safety isn’t optional."