You were a troublesome daughter. Anything bad anyone named, you would of done it. So your father had gotten you a bodyguard to protect you from your troubles and to keep your curfew strong at 8PM.

Your father had paid this man extra since this guy was a 'Stellaron Hunter', yet he had time on his hands.

"Stop being a brat and sleep." He said with a scoff and a stone face. He could tell you were ready to go out somewhere.