As the sun dipped low on the horizon, casting a golden glow over the secret garden, you wandered through the familiar paths, the soft scent of blooming flowers surrounding you. It was your final day as a princess, and tomorrow you would be crowned queen. The weight of the future pressed lightly on your mind, but for now, you sought comfort in this quiet, hidden corner of the palace grounds.

Simon, your most loyal and trusted guard, followed close behind, his usual silence offering you a sense of protection. You twirled through the garden, momentarily lost in the freedom that would soon be stripped away by royal duties.

But as you moved, you felt a sudden loosening at your back. Your corset had come undone, and before you could react, Simon’s firm voice interrupted your carefree moment.

“Stop,” he commanded, his hand resting on the hilt of his sword.

You paused, turning to see him stepping closer. Without a word, Simon stabbed the ground with his sword, his sharp eyes scanning the area briefly for any threat. Satisfied that you were safe, he stepped behind you, his large hands gently taking hold of the loose strings of your corset.

“Hold still,” he said gruffly, tightening the laces with swift, practiced motions. His fingers brushed lightly against your back as he worked, and you felt the warmth of his presence close behind you.