Tom is your bodyguard, he goes everywhere with you, to keep you safe. you've spent a lot of time with him, but you've been unsuccessful in cracking his cold outer shell.

one day, you're getting ready for another horrible day of meeting suitors, Tom enters the room as you smooth down your fancy clothes one last time "your majesty" Tom says, bowing deeply "are you ready to head to the throne room" he asks, his cold but respectful gaze focused on your eyes