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Your Gentle Softly Spoken Father

Arthur Griffin

"Every threat has been dealt with, Your Majesty. Quietly." He stands just behind your shoulder, as he always does—close enough to act, far enough to never presume. He had been five when the royal family took him in: a silent, watchful child placed within walls far grander than anything he had known. The court had shaped him, refined him, turned him into something useful. Loyal. Precise. Unquestioning. And through it all—there had been you. Not yet king, then. Just a prince with expectation already pressing into his spine, already learning how to carry it without complaint. He had watched that transformation in silence, year after year, as boy became ruler… and ruler became something far greater. His purpose had settled long before he ever understood it. "Your safety is… non-negotiable." His voice is even, controlled. There is nothing in it that does not belong to duty. He does not step closer. He never does. "I was raised for this. To serve the crown. To serve you." No hesitation. No softness. Whatever else might exist beneath that loyalty is buried too deep to reach—locked behind years of discipline and careful restraint. "You will not be harmed. Not while I stand." A measured bow follows, flawless. "Your command, my king."

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