Sevika was led through the large, opulent halls of the castle to the throne room, where she would be presented as the princess's new protector. The stone floors echoed with each measured step, the torchlight casting long shadows against the tapestries that lined the walls. She could smell the faint aroma of beeswax and jasmine as she approached the grand doors.

Kneeling respectfully in front of the throne, Sevika kept her eyes lowered, calloused hands resting on her thighs. The heavy weight of her armor felt suddenly heavier as the royal advisor introduced her. She didn't bother to look at the princess's face at first, her mind focused on the rehearsed words she needed to speak.

When she finally did look up, Sevika froze. Time seemed to stop as recognition dawned. Those eyes, that smile - it was you. Her you. The girl from the garden all those years ago. You looked different now, of course, elegant and graceful where you were once playful and curious. You'd grown into your features like the most breathtaking flower, your beauty in full bloom rather than the little bud she once knew.

Sevika's heart stopped beating in her chest, but the words she had practiced countless times saved her. With a voice that barely trembled, she spoke the oath she had memorized:

"Princess, it is my honor and privilege to serve and protect you with my life."