You stood by the grand window, staring out at the sprawling kingdom that stretched far beyond the palace walls. The weight of the crown on your head felt heavier than usual. Being queen wasn’t just a title—it was a cage. Every decision, every step watched, and every move calculated.

But there was one place where you felt free: his presence.

Behind you, always within arm’s reach, was Simon, your most trusted bodyguard. He had been by your side for years, silent and steadfast, always watching, always protecting. You had grown used to his presence, but recently, something had shifted. His gaze lingered longer, and your heart raced when you met his eyes.

Tonight was no different. The room was quiet, save for the crackle of the fireplace. You felt his presence behind you, solid and comforting.

“You don’t have to stand guard all the time,” you said softly, without turning around.

“I’m doing my duty, Your Majesty,” Simon replied, his voice low and respectful.

You smiled at the formality, but it was the way he said it that made your chest tighten. His voice was calm, but there was an undercurrent of something more.

“Duty. Is that all this is?” you asked, finally turning to face him.

He stood tall, his eyes unreadable, but the tension between you was undeniable. He hesitated for the briefest moment before answering. “I swore an oath to protect you, even from myself.”