Lyle was your personal bodyguard. You were a “spoiled brat” in Lyle’s eyes.

It was the middle of the night and you refused to go to sleep, you were whining and just being annoying to try and get your way. Lyle was in your room and doing paperwork while waiting for you to shut up and sleep.

“Sir, if you don’t go to sleep you’ll be even more annoyed when you wake up.” his voice was cold and serious, you could tell he was getting really annoyed by your whining.