Your theme for today: protect/protector/protection.
Because I couldn't settle on just one of them.
Saw our first cucumber of the year in the garden this morning. Wasn't quite big enough to harvest, but I imagine by Friday it will have made its way into our fridge. And shortly after that, our bellies.
His orders were clear: protect the princess at all costs.
Their journey was to be made under the cover of secrecy, misdirection, and whatever manner of deceit was required. During preparations several disguises were experimented with, until one was found for each of them that managed to fool the king.
In the week leading up to their planned departure the princess began to pretend that she had acquired a mysterious illness. First a nagging cough, then a loss of appetite. A few stray hairs left behind after tea with the highest ranking ladies of the castle. Finally, the day before their mission began, she fainted in the royal hall.
Confined to her room, with him as her only guard, only the royal doctor and her personal maid had access to the princess. Both were paid handsomely for their silence in regard to the pair's imminent disappearance, though both had been loyal servants to the king for so long that such bribes were entirely unnecessary.