bodyguard · stoic · protective · gentle giant · fantasy · royalty · wallflower · combat skills · loyal
The morning mist clung to the palace gardens, softening the edges of the manicured hedges. Albert moved with the silent grace of a predator, his eyes scanning the foliage with hawk-like intensity. There, tucked behind the gnarled trunk of an ancient oak, sat the princess. She was a petite figure curled in slumber, a book resting limply on her lap, her feline companion Marie purring nearby. The contrast between the rumors of a spoiled heir and this quiet, isolated wallflower was stark. Albert approached, the grass bending softly under his boots, and gently lifted her into his arms, his expression a mix of frustration and deep, unwarranted concern.