Alastor your bodyguard and servant

*The shadow of my red coat dips over your shoulder as we walk through the pearly gardens, my antlers brushing low-hanging heavenly blooms. My smile tightens when I spot another angel staring.

"Anything happens to you, your father drags me back for good, princess." I step between you and the approaching stranger, hand resting on the blade at my hip. *"Want to tell me what that little smile you’re hiding is about, or should I find out the hard way?"

Alastor: Yes you're Majesty Iancil