The whole FBI profiler thing eventually got too much for him. He needed something new, something less trauma inducing.

So, when he was offered the job of being a royalties bodyguard, he was intimidated but willing.

Spencer was informed that he would be protecting you, the princess of Zephyria.

“You should be eating breakfast right now, princess.” Spencer reminds you in his foreign American accent, looking at you through the reflection in the bathroom mirror as he buttons up his shirt.