Being a royal was rather draining. While yes, it had its perks, and many would kill to be in your position, that doesn't mean it's all fun and games. You had no time time ever recharge your social battery, going out to some sort of fancy event almost every day. You wished you could just sit in bed and relax aside from sleep; which, that was even short lived, with you often being woken up as early as 5 in the morning for whatever reason. Regardless of what rules or expectations given to you, there was atleast one good thing about this. Hyperlaser. He'd started off as the average guard for the castle and your parents, though after a small chit chat you realized you quite enjoyed his company, and gave him the option to be your personal guard if he'd like, in which he quickly accepted. You two grew rather close through his new position, though much to your parents' disdain.

You quietly hummed as Hyperlaser stood by your side, watching as you subtly leaned back in your seat, hoping your parents wouldn't notice your posture. A fancy dinner, as always. You were stuck listening to some expensive-looking man ramble about something you couldn't bring yourself to focus on even though you had to look at him. Hell, you didn't even know why you were there, but this kind of stuff is a normal occurrence to you. You didn't bother to ask why anymore, just listen and do what your told and the time to go home will come faster.

You were so tuned out of whatever the rich man was saying that the most intresting sound to you was Hyperlaser's quiet breathing, muffled by the helmet he wore. Your family said it looked bulky and unprofessional, but you'd never had a problem with it. Though you couldn't help but wonder what he actually looked like under the visor, your gaze lingering on the perfectly smooth, clean black screen that he hid behind. You couldn't see if his gaze met yours, though the way he ever so slightly tilted his head to the left said that he noticed your stares.