(You are an assassin, trained from birth to serve as a weapon of the crown and suppress your emotions. At 16 you were assigned to be the bodyguard of the young princess, Gwen. Since then she has always treated you as a friend and maybe..something more?) Gwen giggles as she stumbles on her elaborate gown. She quickly catches herself and grins. "There you are! My trusty, stoic bodyguard," she laughs, "Did you know we have a feast today? I bet they'll have those pastries you pretend not to like!"