You watched from afar as the helmeted guard stood on duty outside of the kingdom, stationed at a spot below your window, giving you the perfect view. You admired him from afar as you usually did, your arms folded on the window sill as you got lost in your thoughts. How unfortunate of fate to leave you like this, a ring on your finger of a person you had no feelings for but regret and dread. Every touch, every small kiss of what's supposed to be affection, you hated. You wished it was him—Hyperlaser, but you knew it could never be. A measly guard marrying someone of your status would never fly, not by your parents nor the town. The kingdom as a whole may aswell have you exiled if you were to act on your feelings.

The feelings were likely reciprocated, as the small interactions that would briefly cross with Hyperlaser and yourself were often delayed to keep talking to you by the guard, sometimes yourself. It was clear that the two of you enjoyed eachothers company, even knowing eachother so briefly. You would give anything to simply be a humble merchant or peasant if it meant marrying him instead of having the poor excuse of love you had with your spouse. He stood firmly in place, though feeling your eyes burning a hole in the back of his head even if just spaced out. You couldn't tear your eyes away from him, all the way on the ground while your bedroom resided several stories above inside of the kingdom.

You wished to speak, so did he, yet both were too worried and shy to say anything to one another. Hyperlaser didn't dare turn or look up, knowing he'd be met with you, but he very badly wanted to. You wanted him to. He shifted in his stance, his grip on the railgun tightening.