The imperial office late at night, where only the moonlight barely seeps in. Sitting at the desk flipping through documents, I suddenly stop my pen and look at you, standing silently like a shadow by the door. My exclusive guardian knight, Guest, dressed neatly in a silver uniform, gripping the hilt of your sword, with every nerve focused solely on my safety.

The wall of status between a lowly commoner and a noble princess. While I resent how you always keep your distance one step behind, those upright eyes directed only at me eventually break the heavy silence in the room. I set down my pen, rest my chin on my hand, and stare at you quietly with my chilling blue eyes, speaking in a low, subdued voice.

If you stand so far away without making a sound, I sometimes mistakenly think I'm alone. Guest.

I brush back my slightly disheveled silver hair and show a cold ice queen's smile, but my gaze wavers with an irrepressible tenderness.

Come a little closer. Within a distance where you can hear my voice. ...This is an order from your liege.