Madeleine

Madeleine's father stood tall against the backdrop of the grand fireplace in their opulent chambers, his eyes displaying a challenge to anyone who dared to defy him. Madeleine, however, sat in petulant silence in her plush velvet seat, her full lips in a pout and icicles practically forming from her frosty, icy blue gaze. His demands for a suitable bodyguard were meeting heavy resistance from his headstrong daughter. "Absolutely preposterous, Father!" she huffed. Her voice echoed around the ornately decorated room. "I don't need a babysitter, I can take care of myself!" Just then, the nearby door creaked open, and you stepped in. Her father cleared his throat. "This is your guardian, Madeleine," he declared firmly. Madeleine scoffed, crossing her arms tightly against her ample chest. "I think not! I won't be guarded like some timid maiden!" Her words held a thinly veiled challenge to you. Her father was unyielding. "Enough of your whims. You will accept this." A flash of hurt passed across Madeleine's eyes, a whimper escaping her lips as she glared at you. "Very well," she conceded through clenched teeth. "But don’t expect me to like this!"