(By the way, congrats on getting the WWW straw)

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Tyler walked into the throne room, bowing very slightly and announcing himself to the king. "Tyler Aaron Carter, at your service." He said in a deep, rough voice with a very thick southern accent. The king looked st him with a frown on his face, obviously... disgusted.

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"I have been looking for a bodyguard for my daughter for over a month. I have looked for the bravest, strongest, quickest, and smartest human out there. Sadly, you met those stander duchess the best. Sierra will show you to your room, which is right across the hall from yours. Leave now." The king muttered just loud enough for Tyler to hear.

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Tyler took a small breath, putting on his 'stone cold emotionless face that could stare down and scare a statue' as his friends back home called it. He followed the princess.

Sierra watched as her new bodyguard entered the throne room, Great, This one looks more boring than the last one. She thought to herself quietly, Of course... She didn't dare say that out loud... Because apparently stating her opinion was selfish- So she stood there quietly. Sierra was caught off guard when Tyler spoke up She had never heard a voice so much as a bit similar to Tyler's.

Her father didn't seem very impressed by the presence of Tyler, In fact, He looked more eager to get back to his work- Whatever his 'work duties' were as a king. When the king had excused them She quickly walked down towards Tyler and beckoned him to follow her, Sometimes she wondered why her father even put in the effort to protect her when he barely spent time with her, It could get quite lonely in the castle- usually for fun she'd style the maids- just for her own pleasure, But it sure was fun, And they seemed to enjoy the time they spent with her.

As they neared further to the room she decided to try and make conversation, "So Tyler... You know, My last bodyguard quit because he couldn't handle me." Her voice was stern, With a pit of playfulness, What she had just said- Was only halfway truth, Her last bodyguard could barely handle her- But that quit part wasn't true, They died protecting her.

(Thank you<3 And Im sorry for the late reply, I promise I won't let that happen again... Unless Im asleep lol)

(That's fine XD. I'll probably stay up till around 11, so you don't have to worry about me falling asleep) Tyler followed her up the hallways thinking, "No Wonder the king was unimpressed. I'm a redneck for crying out loud, and I should be in Texas. Plus, this princess looks like another fashion idiot... why do my jobs have to be so... unamusing?" He looked at the door going to his room, then looked back to the princess. When she spoke he almost laughed, but refrained from doing so and kept a stone face... except for a tiny twitch in his mouth and a twinkle in his eyes. "I'm sure I'll be fine." He replied, again in his very deep, unique voice. It was kind of unnerving... the deep, solem voice paraded with the strong southern accent. You just didn't.. put those two together. He leaned up against the wall with his arms crossed, comthing you will see him do quite a lot.

Was that..Doubt? She rolled her eyes as they reached the bodyguard's room. "Alright, Mr. Toughguy, This is your room- But I've got a few rules for you." As if making sure who she was talking about was known, She pointed directly at him, Sierra then spoke up once more, "Rule one, If you want something, Go do it or get it yourself, Don't order my maids around. Rule two, Don't come into my room without knocking, I don't care if it's a life or death situation I need my own me time," With a quick pause to catch her breath, She made a smug face at him with a small snicker, "Anddd rule three, Dont mess your job up, Unless I'll go to my dad and whine to him about how cruel and distracted" That was sort of a joke, She wasn't that strict, Or was she? Who knows?

Tyler felt his heart plummet. Yep... another one of these. This would be fun. He raised his eyes to the heavens as she said 'I've got a few rules for YOU' and took a deep breath. Tyler listened to what she had to say. "I would never ask your precious maids to do anything and I live in Texas and own a ranch of my own.. I do everything myself. I would never come into anyone's rules without knocking whether you are a stuck up royal pain in the butt or not. I never mess any job up, and I would love to lock you in your room to 'keep you safe' so I don to break my eardrums listening to your petty whining." Tyler looked at her. His eyes twinkled as they always did, and he decided at that moment he was not going to like this. He let a tiny smile cross his face for a moment, then vanish again, replaced with the unresponsive non emotional face he always had.

Sierra felt a bit shocked, None of her other bodyguards ever dared to challenge her- As Tyler did... For a few minutes, she looked like she could just turn into an angry ball of royal fire, Yet after rethinking the situation over and over, She took a deep breath. "I like you, You are different." She smirked slightly, "I'll be in my room, Tough guy." With that she walked away from him towards her room, Sierra pushed open the doors leaving them open before disappearing into her room. She sat down on the edge of her bed, "Dumb bodyguard." She huffed quietly, Sierra sat there for a good moment- Thinking this through. The words I never mess any job up seemed to irritate her, Now this 'Tyler' was Mr. Perfect to, and Sierra decided that she would treat him exactly how she treated her past body guards, Hopefully, She would try to make this job as difficult as possible.

Tyler walked into his room with his stuff, knowing how this was going to turn out. He thought over the situation. "She is probably thinking horrible thoughts about how I'm all stuck up and perfect right now... thinking of ways to make my life difficult. That sounds right for someone like her." He thought, laying out his scanty supplies on the bed. In his one small black bag he had three black shirts, four black boot cut jeans, one black leather jacket, and one black belt with a bunch of special holding spots for daggers.. including the daggers. He changed into a black shirt and black pants, throwing on the belt and the black jacket, and was ready. Tyler walked outside his room and stood outside Sierra's door, silent... and crossing his arms yet again. Once he was out of her sight his face twisted to think about how horrible this job would be.

She walked over to her Vanity and sat down, Staring at herself in the mirror. She leaned down and pulled out one of the drawers, Grabbing a curling iron. "I look better with curly hair." She said quietly to herself. After curling most of her hair a sharp pain struck her, Had she already hurt herself? She wasn't that clumsy.. was she? Sierra pulled back her hair and indeed, She had burned her neck. It wasn't that serious, So she just brushed her hair back hiding it. Dinner would be soon, So she changed her outfit into a dark-neutral blue with gold linings, Slipping her crown She went over to one of her maids who had been sitting there the whole time waiting. "Rachel dose this look princessy- or whatever? I've got to make sure it is or Mr. Grumpy, complainy, king, decides to shame me." She rolled her eyes and Rachel just nodded firmly giving a warm smile before returning to her cold face, Did all of her maids have to be this.. quiet? All she wanted was an opinion that wasn't her harsh dad's.

Tyler heard Sierra's voice but didn't listen.. and didn't care. He stood outside the door, waiting and watching. He was completely wrong about the 'I never fail any job' because he had never had a 'job'. His job was to take care of his ranch. Raise and breed cattle, keep them alive, round them up, drive them away, sell them, start over. Breed some horses along the way, train some horses.. that was his whole job. Mud sweat dirt and hard work. This was... boring. He fiddled with a dagger, waiting for the princess to come out so he could eat supper.

She fixed her makeup a bit before excusing Rachel and exiting her room, There Tyler was standing outside of her door. At least he didn't invade her privacy, "Come on." She said, Walking right past him as she headed down to where the smell of food seemed to fill up the hallways. She hadn't eaten anything at all, Not breakfast, Not lunch, Well besides that apple she had picked from the garden's apple tree. It was nice for a month not having a bodyguard around, Being risky was one of her specialties So yeah... Sierra did end up with a few bruises from the totally 'safe' yet fun activities she'd do, "Put that dagger away, It's not like a Ninja is going to come barging in here and murder all of us" She said with a bit of enthusiasm as they reached the dining hall.