Yes, Your Highness.

6. Like the good boy you are.

Christopher's palm appeared on my chin, lifting my face up:
- Why are you being shy now, huh?

Our faces were so close my mind could barely comprehend the situation. My legs felt so weak I could fall down on my knees. He then smiled at how lost I was and distanced himself. (I love edging y'all)

- Where do you wish to go, your Highness?

"Such a tease..."

- To the library.- I straightened my back, almost tripping because my legs still felt numb.- But first, we have to visit someone that owes us an apology. Shall we?

- Um... Sure?

...

Entering my father's office room, I left Christopher outside.

- Hello, Y/n. How do you feel?- He almost run to me.

- You seriously couldn't take a break to come and see me? For your information, I was unconscious for five days.

- I know... I-

- I know you're aware of it. Now tell me why the fuck did you punish Christopher.

- I...

- I am listening. The reason, your thoughts, who agreed to this, etc. Because it was such an inhuman decision, I can't help but question who could encourage you.

- He had one job!

- And how the fuck was he supposed to know my drink was drugged? Taste test it?- I tried to stay calm.

- I don't know... We got you a bodyguard for these exact reasons!

- That's for protecting me from physical attacks.

- ...

- I feel like I am talking to a wall. I hate your stubbornness. I came here so you could apologise, but it seems like you can't even do that.

- I got scared when you fainted! You're the only daughter I have!

- And you... Punished Christopher?

He sighed, getting mad:

- Why do you even care so much?! He's just a bodyguard!

- HE IS STILL A HUMAN!- I kicked a chair, it fell down.- I don't want to hear a single word from you till you apologise to him. Not mother, because I know you always send her when you know you're wrong.

...

- Chris, let's go.

The professors took a break since the holidays have started, but the history professor told me to find information about people's beliefs in the ancient times in a few books.

"Few" as in forty different poetries.

We went to the library with Christopher, who was yawning right behind me.

- Had a trouble sleeping last night?- I asked when we entered the gigantic room filled with countless books.

He was caught off guard by my question:
- Um, yeah, kind of...

He thought I didn't know about how he took care of me four nights straight.

CHRISTOPHER'S POV

I really didn't sleep well at all. My eyes felt heavy and I was yawning every three seconds.

A few simple jobs can't make me feel tired. I do all sorts of things in my life, I have too much evergy. I am as skilled as a professional soldier. I was trained like one.