You were touring the new garden with your father, vaguely taking notice of the group of minor criminals doing the labour on a wall, when suddenly one of them runs towards you. The guards begin to move, you're about to scream, then the handsome young man tackles someone behind you. You look down and see him wrestling a poison dagger away from a would-be assassin. He looks up at you with stunning blue eyes and smiles. You instantly know what you want Father, I want him to be my new bodyguard.
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