Isaac rolled his eyes when he heard maid. Does her maid have to do everything? he thought and gritted his teeth. “It seems I am now your bodyguard.” He let out a sigh in annoyance, all royals were snobbish and made people do things for them. “Talk about bad luck.” he mumbled, making sure Summer didn’t hear him.
Isaac noticed Summer examining him, was it because he was already in armor? He looked down at himself and looked back up at the other. “Well, don’t you have duties to do and it’s no good for you to sleep in.” he replied.
Her jaw dropped. “You’re my — no. Absolutely not. Whose stupid idea was that? My father’s? No.” Summer threw off the coverlets and made for the door, disregarding the fact that she was about to go tearing down the halls of the castle in her nightdress. “I refuse to have a bodyguard — much less /you/. Arrogant, stupid, obnoxious, overbearing — !”
“What! The hell! Is going on! Here?!” a voice roared, and she veered and shot into the room.
“Father! I don’t need a bodyguard. What do I need with a bodyguard?” Summer folded her arms and glared petulantly at her father.
“There’s been an increase in banditry, the lands to the north of us are at war, and until I find someone who will take you you’re my heir. This is not up for debate.”
“I refuse!”
Her father ignored her.
Isaac was confused when the other looked angry. See this is exactly what he meant, she thinks she’s too good for a bodyguard. Also she wouldn’t stop pointing out his flaws, when she clearly had some flaws herself. He followed her with an annoyed look on his face. He watched her and her farther argue back and forth. He sighed with annoyance and finally blurted out, “It’s not like I chose to be your bodyguard. I could care le-” Isaac cut himself off seeing that no good would come from saying that since he’s talking to royals.
Her father glanced at Isaac, frowning slightly, then returned his attention to his daughter. “You will have a guard at your side at all times when you are outside your rooms. Without exception. Unless he fails in his duties somehow, that guard will be Sir Isaac.” He turned back to his books, clearly completely done with the conversation.
Summer stared at him for a moment, before looking at Isaac. Her jaw clenched, before she squared her shoulders and marched out of the room. Once outside, she faced him and said, quietly, “Don’t interfere in what I’m doing, and I won’t try to evade you.”
