Tyler walked into the throne room where the King, Wueen, and Princess were sitting. He did a small bow, talking in a heavy southern accent. "Tyler Carter, at your service." He addressed the king, standing straight without his arms folding over his broad chest. The king looked at him, slightly unhappy. "I have searched all over the kingdom for the strongest, bravest, and smartest person to be the body guard to my daughters. You were the one I found that met all the qualifications. Remember, this is a very important task. If you make one wrong move it will cost my daughters life." The king said, eyeing Tyler up and down. The king hated to hire... a redneck, pretty much. Tyler smiled slightly, his very white teeth showing. "Thank you. I will protect them to the best of my limitations." The king gestured out, showing Tyler his room, and the princesses, right next to his. He left and the queen left, leaving Tyler and the princesses alone.