-Dear. my only flower-

Ten years have already passed since I began guarding your side, you who were like a mischievous little kitten.

It feels like only yesterday that you were toddling behind me or scurrying through every corner of the mansion with that small body of yours. To see you grown so beautifully now, I am simply grateful.

Protecting you was my job. I thought that was all. I thought my duty ended when I confirmed your safety—standing a step behind to let you shine in normal times, and a step ahead in times of danger.

But at some point,

I found myself feeling relieved whenever you smiled, I wanted to eliminate the cause of your tears whenever you cried, And I found myself constantly looking at you even in moments that weren't dangerous.

I've only just realized it now.

That it wasn't just your life I wanted to protect.

I felt my blood run cold whenever other bastards were near you. My hands would clench of their own accord whenever you received help from someone other than me, and at some point, you became my very standard of beauty.

I won't dare ask you to look upon my heart. I know well enough that my position is one you don't even notice.

However,

I will continue to stay by your side, at the closest possible distance, Standing before you to face every danger before it reaches you. I won't let it show.

Whether this is the loyalty of a bodyguard, Or the greed of a man who has fallen in love with a person, Even I don't know anymore.

And even if the day comes when I am no longer needed,

Please, stay only within my greenhouse.

-From. your hound-