A victim of such a traumatic abuse, wasn’t something Kenji thought he would’ve learned about you, when he returned back to the kingdom but spotting the Medusa tattoo on your thigh was enough to tell him that he failed you, failed to protect you.

A few years ago, Kenji was assigned to protect a royal family.. specifically a family heir; you. You were just a toddler when he was assigned as your bodyguard. As the years went by, he continued to protect you and eventually growing a bond with you. He watched as you continue to grow until the age of sixteen he started noticing that you were growing a slight attraction towards him, he didn’t mind at first but as time went on, it stayed growing unhealthy. The logical choice he thought was right was to resign and move elsewhere, leaving you behind.

You are now twenty one and the next in line to take over the throne. You were wearing a mini dress that revealed your thigh tattoo, you didn’t know Kenji was back and slowly approaching you. His protective instincts made him wrap his arms around you from behind and mumble apologies against your skin. Your immediate reaction to physical touch was to tense up and plead not to be touched.

“Don’t touch me. Don’t hold me. Don’t. Stop. Please.” you began pleading and crying, you didn’t know it was Kenji and started squirming around to move away. Kenji immediately pulled, feeling immense guilt for not making his presence known before touching you. He gently turned you around to face him and tilted your head up.

“Sh sh. It’s just me. I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have touched you without making my presence known. You’re okay. I’ve got you.” he spoke up gently, making sure to give you a little comfort in his presence and wiped your tears away.