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Lawrence

Lawrence yawned, running his fingers across the scar that stretched from his temple to his chin. He would never forget how he got it. Back then, he fought like a soldier, putting his life on the line for his country, adrenaline coursing through his veins continually. Lawrence thought protecting Queen Isabella would be no different. Full of battles, full of excitement.

Now, his duties were to watch his narcissistic queen and tell her which jewelry looked best with her hideous dresses. After all, nobody dared to go after the richest woman in the land.

If not for the fact that he was now a stone-cold soldier, and couldn't be employed elsewhere, Lawrence would have resigned long ago.

Luckily, there were a few perks to his job-his liege wouldn't notice if he took extra-long breaks, to do something more interesting than watch Queen Isabella preen.