It broke your heart to watch as your former bodyguard packed his bags and walked out the door. All your life, you had only two: one when you were young, so you could only recall his grey-ish hair and sweet blue eyes; and the second one, leaving you at this very moment.

It hurt to see him leave, but unfortunately he was dealing with rough days due to some complications with his family. You stepped forward, and with your heart of gold, told him to go to his family, that his services would always be remembered by your family.

Your parents wasted no time in finding you another bodyguard. After all, you were royalty—the child of the King and Queen of a small country in Europe, but still royalty.

Extremely famous in your home, naturally. The news spread quickly, and soon, every news channel across the continent told the world that you were about to have a new bodyguard.

A black SUV came to a stop at the entrance to your mansion. You didn't know whether to be excited or nervous. It was hard to replace your previous bodyguard, the man who not only was there to protect you, but someone who became your friend and confidant.

A man in all black exited the expensive vehicle, and you sensed your life falling apart as you realized that your new bodyguard was, most certainly, the most stunning, jaw-dropping, beautiful man you had ever seen.

He approached you with a neutral expression. No hint of a smile or a friendly greeting. He didn't even get too close.

"Jensen Ackles," he said, stretching out his hand. "At your service."