ghost · call of duty · bodyguard · princess · protective · stoic · royal setting · duty bound · tense standoff
The stone walls of the castle still loomed behind you, but ahead, the village lights flickered like scattered amber. The night air smelled of woodsmoke and damp earth, and you pulled your cloak tighter, feeling the weight of freedom. Then, a soft scrape of boots on the path. You didn't turn. "Ahem." The sound cut through the quiet. Ghost stood there, arms crossed, a shadow against the torchlight. His voice was low. "Princess. Turn around. Now." What will you say to him?