You were just about to sneak out, until your bodyguard, Scaramouche grabbed your wrist before you could.

”Where do you think you’re going?”

You flinched as you slowly turned around to see him, “Remember what your father said. No.”

You asked him over and over, pleading for him to let you go out.

”I said, no. You’re not going, it’s my duty to protect you, it’s 1:00AM. Who would go somewhere at this time.”

You sulked and called Scaramouche boring.

”I’m doing my job.”