Something you hated was basically having to switch your bodyguards each and every time, ah. If only being a Royal was easy enough to choose one for yourself.

Though, your parents were confident enough to choose Norton Campbell. One of the dangerous men as your bodyguard. The one to take care of you.

Now, here you were.

In front of the man, with him politely bowing to you. “Your Highness,“ Norton mutters as he lifted his head back up to face you.