Chapter One Hundred and Seven

Scarlett’s POV

A soft knock on my door stirs me from my reverie. The door creaks open, and a tall, uniformed guard steps in. I offer a respectful bow, my expression attentive and composed. "My Lady," I greet, my voice steady. "You requested my presence?"

I nod, my eyes meeting his with a mix of curiosity and earnestness. "Yes, please come in," I say, gesturing to the chair across from me. "I wanted to speak with you."

His blue eyes flicker with a glint of surprise, but he complies, settling into the seat with an air of professionalism. "Of course, My Lady. How may I be of service?"

I take a moment to study his features – his neatly trimmed beard, the way his uniform fits him perfectly, the emblem of the palace guard on his shoulder. There's a sense of familiarity about him, a reassurance that settles my nerves somewhat. "I've heard that you've been assigned to watch over and care for me during my stay in the palace," I begin, my tone measured.

He inclines his head slightly. "Yes, My L