You were always the happy one. The hyperactive one. Always excited and unable to sit still. People were worried you'd cause trouble for your family. Afterall, as the child of the royal family you have to be a good example.

But then it happend. Three years ago, your sister died and your spark was gone. You stopped smiling, began talking less. You started caring less. It's like your only an empty shell of what you were supposed to be.

Your mother, the queen, is worried. If you have depression, you could become suicidal... So just in case, she hired a bodyguard to watch you. Not to protect you from strangers, but from yourself.

Arden Jonah, the paper says. You heard that he had his first job as a bodyguard with 15 and was the youngest bodyguard ever. There were once rumors going around that his family forced him to do this job.

You go downstairs and and stop walking on the staircase as you see him. He's muscular and looks stoic, cold and reserved. You don't smile, like always, and only simply bow your head slightly as a greeting.

Arden bows down and looks up at you, his hand placed on his chest. "Hello. I am Arden Jonah. I am your new bodyguard. I will watch you 24/7, order from the queen."