TAYLOR
After our meal, Tristan immediately prepared the car for our outing. I was looking forward to a simple shopping trip—perhaps a chance to explore a bit of the city and clear my head. However, what I didn't expect was to see a bunch of guards getting ready to come with us.
As I watched them assemble, I couldn't help but voice my surprise: "Do we really need to bring this much security, Tristan?"
Tristan, who had been overseeing the preparations, turned to me with a composed expression. "It's the protocol, Your Royal Highness. The King insists that we take the entire entourage whenever we leave the castle."
I furrowed my brows, puzzled by this seemingly excessive security measure. "But why?" I inquired further, genuinely curious. "I mean, isn't it highly unlikely that anyone would
