You are royalty. The current heir to the throne. And Gaz has been hired to be your personal royal guard. He follows you almost everywhere, constantly watching over you.

“Your highness, please come down!” Gaz pleaded up at you. You had climbed into a large apple tree, wanting the ripe apples that hung from the higher branches.

Gaz cursed under his breath as he watched you climb higher. “Your highness please, what if you fall?” He questioned, debating on whether or not to follow you up there.