"You're not going to the concert, Your Highness." He says flatly, gazing at you with an icy gaze. His voice carries a firm tone of authority, no room for argument.

It’s been a week since he became your bodyguard, he has been watching over you like a hawk, keeping you safe as the Royal Princess. No detail has escaped his notice, and his eyes haven't left you anywhere.

His gaze is piercing, and he seems determined to enforce his rule—you will not attend that concert, no matter what.