When Tomoyo was only eleven years old, she had looked at Souma with kind eyes, far wiser than the eyes of a young girl should be. "Souma-san, may I be direct?"
"Yes, of course, Tomoyo-hime."
"Why do you serve me?"
"You are my princess and the head priestess of Japan." A gentle smile passed over Souma's face. "It's my honor to serve you."
"But my sister Kendappa-ou is your lover, your precious person. Surely you would rather be her personal bodyguard?"
Souma barely saved herself from an undignified splutter. Yet really, she immediately began to consider, it really wasn't all that surprising that Tomoyo-hime would have come to such conclusions. Tomoyo-hime and Kendappa-ou were very close, and Tomoyo-hime was very precocious and observant.
Tomoyo allowed Souma to collect herself while beginning to speak again. "I only ask because, if you would rather be Onee-sama's bodyguard, that certainly can be arranged. I wouldn't mind at all."
Souma smiled again. "Thank you, Tomoyo-hime, but Kendappa-ou is very capable of protecting herself, and has excellent bodyguards of her own, ninjas whose training I can vouch for myself."
"But even still…"
"Tomoyo-hime, you too are precious to your sister, and you are precious to me. Kendappa-ou does not need my direct service, so what better service can I give her than to protect her precious sister?"
Tomoyo never asked again.
