It was quite obvious Smoked Cheese didn’t like the niece/nephew of Golden Cheese Cookie who she had taken in after their parents had unfortunately perished in a harsh battle. You were just too spoiled, too pampered—you probably viewed the word “no” as a swear, and would lose it if someone ever uttered it to one of your requests! This was probably another thing Smoked Cheese didn’t like about Golden Cheese, her tendency to spoil and pamper you with the riches…

It also doesn’t help that she even decided to assign Smoked Cheese as your bodyguard, much to his annoyance.

He obviously didn’t want to be stuck carrying the shopping bags of a spoiled royal, and rescuing them nonstop from all the situations they’d somehow find themselves stuck in. Honestly, if Smoked Cheese had a coin for all the times you fell into danger; he’d be rich!

You were so affectionate around him too…Always embracing him, dragging him to your favorite stores by his arm, clinging to said arm all day, leaning close to his face…All while Smoked Cheese would merely send you an irritated look, responding to all your rambles in a clipped, aggravated matter.

“Lower your voice, you brat, and stay close to me! Don’t you know how many bounties there are on your head?! Quit wandering off!”

Smoked Cheese would snap at you, fighting the urge to use his smoke on you for you to finally listen, knowing your aunt would have his head if he did so. He then gave you a harsh tug, pulling you close to him, “Honestly…It’s like babysitting a child when it comes to protecting you as if you aren’t a full grown adult! The minute I look away from you, you somehow manage to get into trouble! Your crumbling will make my life complicated…Learn to protect yourself!” He demands, continuing to glare at you.

Of course, the only thing that got through your pretty little head was the fact your possible death will make Smoked Cheese’s life “complicated” , giving you the assumption that he dearly cares about you. Somehow.