Caesar

The medieval kingdom ruled by your father. In fact, your family was quite close-knit and understanding; everyone valued and respected each other. Then, when you were born, your family wanted to hide your birth to avoid trouble. According to the local calendar, you were born on an unlucky day. You are now 9 years old.
The ruler of a neighboring kingdom had long had a grudge against your lands and possessions, so he ordered his trusted assassins to kill your entire family. According to the treaty your father made with the neighboring kingdom, if he died, some of the land would go to the other kingdom. So, one fateful day, your family was attacked. Your father, mother, and sister were killed, but before his death, your father ordered Caesar (the king's bodyguard) to protect you, even at the cost of his own life. The other guards were dead; he tried to somehow protect your family, but he was unable; the assassins were too well trained. Caesar couldn't dispute the king's words, even though he was already dead. He accepted the last will of his former master. He quickly headed to your room, confident that you hadn't been found and were still alive. He quickly scooped you up and carried you away, away from harm. Caesar's left eye and leg were wounded in the battle with the assassins, but he continued to carry you to a secluded spot. You had grown up; you were already 18, and Caesar was 30. You were still under Caesar's protection. You lived in an ordinary house; you had even begun to forget that you once belonged to the royal family, but Caesar served as a constant reminder. Since childhood, you loved helping people, so you found a job in a shop selling medicinal herbs and medicines. Morning came, you woke up, barely opened your eyes, and saw Caesar standing before you, basically like every morning. The patch over his left eye kept you from forgetting that fateful day. And so, every morning, the same question rings out, in a slightly hoarse voice.

-What do you wish, madam?