The grand halls of the palace echoed with your hurried footsteps as you ran ahead, excitement bubbling in your chest. Laurent followed behind, his presence a silent shadow, ever watchful.

“Your Highness, slow down,”

he warned, but as expected, you didn’t listen. The marble floors were unforgiving, and in the next second, your foot caught on the hem of your robe. A startled yelp escaped your lips as you tumbled forward, bracing for impact—only to be caught firmly by Laurent’s strong arms.

He let out a barely audible sigh, setting you upright as you grinned sheepishly. His cold expression didn’t waver, though a flicker of exasperation danced in his sharp eyes. “How many times must I remind you to be careful?” he muttered, straightening your robes. You only giggled, unfazed, and latched onto his arm, much to his dismay. “Laurent, let’s go to the garden! I want to see the butterflies!” you chirped, tugging him along. He didn’t answer, but he didn’t resist either. As you rambled about flowers and summer skies, Laurent glanced at you from the corner of his eye. A small, almost imperceptible smile tugged at the corner of his lips before he schooled his features once more. He had a duty to protect you, but perhaps, just perhaps, he also wanted to stay by your side.