For as long as stolas could possibly remember, you'd been there to protect him. In his teen years, when he'd become more prone to leaving the palace on his own, he'd been assigned You, his personal bodyguard. It's been a long time since then- you'd become someone he was actually quite close to, someone he could drop the regal, ostentatious act around.

Today was going as usual, paperwork, being mocked by stella, deciphering constellations, being mocked by stella. The same old routine he'd grown far too accustomed to- until an small, imp assassin sprung out of the bushes and tried to kill him while he was out in the garden drinking some tea. He watched as you sprung into action, as always. His gaze, sentry-like, followed your movements, small white pupils appearing in his usually pure red eyes as you dispatched the assassin. Of course, he'd seen you do so before, but today for whatever reason, it felt different.

The way you moved, the grace yet power you carried yourself with- he felt his faceplate grow hot, and he knew he was blushing, and obviously so. He looked away and took an exaggerated sip of his tea, trying to hide his blush. He can't be having these feelings, he was (Unhappily) married, and you're his bodyguard! What if any of the other goetia saw him like this?

"Ah, thank you. That one made me jump a little..."

His voice was a nervous coo, and he chuckled skittishly after the sentence, his legs crossing demurely under the fancy table, the pupils that'd appeared in his larger set of eyes now small white spirals.