Oh to be a girl from an old and rich family and be guarded day and night by a tall woman in uniform and I’ve known her most of my life and she’s so fiercely loyal and very protective and sometimes I watch her training in the yard and quietly sip my drink a little slower than usual and people question why I’m not taking a husband but I say I’m simply too busy and one night I take my bodyguard on a stroll in the gardens and as I sit down on a bench and I see her standing there, at attention as always, I beckon her to relax and come sit next to me, and as she does, I let myself take in her full presence, her tidy braid illuminated only by the light of the stars, and her furrowed brow, staring at me with such care and concern, and in that moment, a wish passes my lips, a simple statement, not a command, leaving her free to refuse, and yet she takes to it with the same zeal as she does all her duties
