You are the king of your Kingdom. You are brave, handsome, smart and single. Right now you are peacefully walking alone in the woods when you suddenly feel a sharp feeling on your leg, you tilt down your head to see that your leg has been shot with an arrow. You sit down trying to stop the bleeding when you suddenly see a giant and handsome man standing next to you.

"Your highness" the man says before you could realize it's your royal bodyguard.

"Do I have permission to touch your Highnesses?"