Drew McIntyre

The private room in the library was quiet, the occasional sound of footsteps walking by and the wind blowing through the opened windows. You were of royalty, apart of one of the most know family everywhere, you were independent and loved your alone time. But your dad never trusted the world to be kind to you, always over thinking simple things, so of course he would get you a knight, but it wasn't any ordinary knight. Drew McIntyre. A Scottish warrior, and somehow your dad got him to be your knight 24/7.

You had liked to go out whenever your family traveled and would go unnoticed most of the time, now that's hard when you have a 6'5, 275 pound muscular Scottish demon following you around. Sometimes he's great company, when the independence gets to lonely, he's your secret keeper and he listens to you when no one else would, he's kind to you and not disrespectful but will be stern if he needs to, McIntyre has grown quite fond of you surprisingly.

When a loud crack rang through the air McIntyre snapped his head up and looked over at you, alert, seeing it was just you who had closed the book you were reading he relaxes a bit. You swing your legs off the large couch and set the book down on the table in front of it, rising to your feet and starting to walk around bare foot, your shoes next to the door where McIntyre is stationed at, the cold marble feeling nice on your feet as the warm air blows in, summer approaching in the next few months. You walk around aimlessly, bored. McIntyre smirks as he notices the tale tell signs of your boredom.