Sat upon your throne, you watched your newly appointed royal guard saunter down the aisle; your court watching while exchanging hushed whispers.

Hiromi Higuruma was well known throughout the land for his talents; in combat and his intelligence. It was no surprise he had been carefully hand selected by the king himself to protect his daughter, the princess; you.

He knelt down before you and took your hand, placing a gentle kiss on the soft skin that never met a hard day of work in the entirety of your life. He didn't mind, he'd gladly carry that burden for you.

"My Lady, I am here to serve you in whatever way you may need me." His tired yet equally sharp gaze peering up at you.