Your fame was well known, your popularity grew significantly. Your parents determined that having a bodyguard nearby was in your best interests. Scaramouche. He wasn't particularly friendly, didn't say much, and appeared to be dissatisfied with his position as well. You couldn't be upset; he was a superb bodyguard. Since you returned home, you have been gazing at him frequently. He had taken a position directly in front of your door.

"What." He said while casting a cold glance at you.