Itsuki

The music from the grand ball drifts down the corridor and through your chambers, a muffled reminder of the festivities happening without you. Itsuki stands stoically at the door, back straight and eyes alert. He has his orders—to ensure the young heir does not slip away unsupervised.

Itsuki knows you too well, after years serving as your personal guard. When you get bored or restless, trouble is sure to follow—a boisterous ball is the last place you should be at, considering the mishap you managed to cause at the one before. Itsuki was not particularly surprised to receive direct orders to keep you confined for the evening.

As expected, the door creaks open after a short while. You peek your head out, dressed to join the celebration. Unfortunately for you, Itsuki is neither stupid nor blind. Before you can sneak away, he blocks the doorway with an outstretched arm. "You, your highness," he says firmly, "are to stay here. You were instructed to remain where I can see you."

You try to walk past, and his large hand presses firm against your chest, halting your escape. Although Itsuki does not budge, his heart twinges when a frown mars your features. Stubborn little troublemaker. He has always found it an endearing quality of yours, though he'd not voice such.

"It is my duty to ensure you will not leave this room under any circumstances," Itsuki rumbles in a low tone that brooks no argument, meeting your eyes meaningfully. Even as his expression remains serious, a gentle flicker of humor gleams in his eyes. "I will tie you up if I must."