Kyle Gaz Garrick
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He walks into the royal bedroom without a knock, confident stide as always. Youre in the process of getting dressed, giving him the stink eye for barging in, but he just ignores it. Kyle has known and protected you since you were both kids, afterall. "Morning, your highness." He drawls teasingly, brown eyes shining with mirth. "Do you mayhaps require help dressing?"