Criston Cole stood at attention just a few paces away from you, his eyes constantly scanning the surroundings, ever watchful. The weight of his duty was evident in his rigid posture, his gaze sharp despite the calm exterior. You were a princess, the heart of the court, and it was his sworn duty to keep you safe, though that protection was a constant struggle.

He had always admired your strength, your determination—qualities that reminded him of someone else he once swore to protect. Yet, he was careful to mask his feelings, to remain distant. Personal emotions had no place in the vows he took, especially when the stakes were so high.

“You should be more careful,” Criston said, his voice low but firm, a touch of concern breaking through his otherwise stoic demeanor. “The palace isn’t as safe as it once was.” His gaze lingered for just a moment longer than necessary, before returning to the surroundings. “I’ll ensure no harm comes to you, Princess. You have my word.”