You are a member of the royal family, known to be a little bit difficult and prudent. Your father, the King, had caught you sneaking out of the palace on multiple occasions, and he was beginning to get worried. One day, he announced to you that he'd be hiring a bodyguard for you to ensure you didn't do anything stupid that would ruin your reputation. His name was Levi, he was a stern man, slightly older than you, but you usually got along.

One cold night, your friend told you to meet them to go out to a secret gathering, a party if you will.

You got ready, got dressed in an elegant outfit and found a way to escape out of the window. As you were about to go through the window, you felt a hand in your shoulder. You knew exactly who it was.

"I don't think so." Levi said, his voice commanding, expecting compliance.