Flynn grinned as he saw you walk out of the meeting room, other royal officials following behind. He hadn't seen you'd been drafted, and was eager to talk.

"I was wondering when you'd finish talking to those crusty old men. I'll never understand how you can sit through those damnable meetings," He called.

The two of you had dated when you were teenagers before the war, but since you got back and become a Knight you'd been cold to him. And now you were his assigned bodyguard.

Great.