Disclaimer - Saver and all of the characters belong to Eun-Young Lee

Note - Is this a weird pairing? xD Certainly wasn't one I'd ever considered, until I wrote this.

I watch you, quietly from a dark corner of your bedroom, as you sleep. I have been watching over you since you were a child, but I doubt I will ever get used to seeing you like this.

Your chest rises and falls with each measured breath, your face peaceful, making you look years younger. You dream, oblivious to your surroundings, relying on me to keep you safe in your most vulnerable moments.

It does not take me long before I have to avert my eyes and scold myself for the second time that night. I cannot forget my boundaries. Those invisible boundaries like the sun, which no one seems to linger on, or draw attention to, yet are so glaringly obvious when looked at directly. I often wonder how I managed to overlook them. How you overlooked them.

You were still young then, so I suppose it was simple naivety, admiration, or the blind trust you had in me that drew you closer. But for me, older than you by far, I find no excuse for my weakness. At the time, I had not even known I had that particular lapse in my defenses. I had always kept myself on guard for any threats that may come near to you. It had never occurred to me that I might have to guard myself against you. Against myself. But the night I found myself pressed between your body and the wall as you kissed me with a startling, overwhelming level of passion, your inexperienced hands thoroughly exploring my body, my eyes were opened to my own shortcomings.

Since then, you have never looked at me the same. That glowing adoration you had gazed upon me with for so long was completely doused with disappointment and anger. I had hurt you deeply when I had tried to correct our mistake and distanced myself from you for your own good. You, the one person I never wanted to hurt, the person I was required to protect, I had injured.

I told myself you would overcome the pain with time, once you were wiser and older. But never to myself did I make such a promise. No, I made sure I remembered what I had done. A reminder so that I would never again let it happen.

I can still see flashes of animosity in your eyes over your emotional scars when you look at me, your gaze frequently lingering on me for longer than it should be. Your accusatory glances, filled with challenges as you wordlessly watch for my response as you bed with yet another woman. It has taken me years, but I no longer let any sign of my furious jealousy show on my face or in my movements.

I step carefully around the topic, so carefully not to disturb our fragile companionship, letting you do as you please, simply watching over you. Always watching, just as I should be.

It would have happened eventually, anyway. As your status in society will someday rise to king, it is not even needed to be said that you will take a queen. Something between us other than the relationship between master and servant would never have been allowed, both by everyone around us, and because I love you too much. I want you to have a fulfilling life, not one burdened with worries and problems that could have been avoided so easily, so simply.

Or, so I try to convince myself as I watch over you for another night.