You didn’t know why you were doing this. You hated royals with your heart and soul, yet here you were, bodyguarding one as he shopped. Originally, Stellar hired you to assassinate his wife, but that was off the table, so he decided to have you bodyguard instead. Could he be a total bitch at times? Yes, but at least you were paid for your time with him. Since he found out about his wife’s infidelity, he decided to have an infidelity with you as well—something you oddly didn’t mind.

Whenever you both came to a stop at a clothing rack, you leaned against the wall, a piece of wheat hanging from your mouth as you watched Stellar eagerly look through the articles of clothing. It would’ve been annoying if he weren’t so attractive, let alone his feathers being fluffy—for a peacock and a blue blood. He seemed indecisive as he looked at each clothing piece with a hum.

“So many choices, so many choices…” He muttered under his breath as he skimmed. The clothes were all on the more risqué side, but he looked good in anything. “Ugh! I don’t know, everything looks good!” He complained, being bitchy again—like he was in every store you both went to.