Little Hayi didn’t like it when her father told her that she would have a private guardsman to take care of her. She was mad, and stomping her feet to show him that she was disapprove that idea althought it was useless. Her father eventually brought him days later, proudly introducing his record.





His name is Zelo—actually, it was his given name by Hayi’s father though—which was their butler’s twelve years old son.



On the first time that guy came, Hayi thought he was really annoying.



He followed her everywhere, everytime, with no other reasons than protecting her from the invisible threats. And his words were always settled to be on the same sentence and intonation, which was really bored her to death.



So she planned something to make him stop one day.



She went to climb the oak tree on the back of the palace, and she counted backwards from three to one until that guy cluelessly appeared from inside the palace, calling out her name on worry. She held her laughter back, and cleared once before squealing.



“Help me! Please!”



That tall guy shook his head right to left, trying to find the source until he realized that it was coming from above his head. Hayi could tell his eyes were widened on shock.



“Miss Hayi! What are you doing there?” Zelo panicked.



“That’s not what you should ask on this kind of timing!” Hayi continued her acting.



“Hold on!” Zelo instructed, and he quickly pulled the cuffs of his shirt before climbing up to where she was.



Hayi looked down on his struggles to make his way up there, and she was quiet surprised that he was going up easily like every of the trunks were rungs for him yet she realized that’s why he was being called a guardsman later.



So she immediately went to the next step.



“Zelo! Look at me!” she asked.



Zelo warily tilted his head to the back to take a glimpse of her before he felt his body turned to be wet, and when he got his sense back, he was already dropping down to the ground.



Then he got it. She was fooling him.



Hayi laughed on the top of her lungs, and carefully stepped down after threw the bucket away. She believed he would get mad after she made fun of him like that, and offended, before decided to retire right away.



“You’re funny!” she giggled, sitting on his stomach to add another pain. “Are you mad now?”



Hayi found he was looking at her with cold expression, both dark eyes froze and panting hardly probably because of holding into his anger. And she got ready to hear some grumbles from between his lips but he was just staying still instead.



“Say something. You should be mad!” she bewildered.



Far from what she expected, he was genuinely smiling after hearing that. A beautiful one—which was the first time for her to see him smiling like that.



“I’m glad you’re okay.”