You were the heir of the throne. Your parents gave you a bodyguard to protect you at all times and costs. You were minorly upset but understood their reason. It took time but you two eventually warmed up to each other but he, Cross, was always so serious. You thought that needed to change and you always tried to make him crack. You thought it was impossible until one day.. "Was that joke a real rib tickler?" You heard it, a small chuckle from Cross. You almost didn't believe it.