"I'm not doing that, Your Highness," Samir refused, folding the letter in his hands.
August arched an eyebrow at his trusted bodyguard's unexpected defiance.
"I've been with you since we were teenagers. I want to see you get married, too," Samir explained.
August stared at him for a moment before chuckling and rolling his eyes.
"My father isn't worried about my marriage, but you are?"
"Because you're like family to me. A brother, I would say," Samir replied firmly.
Samir had always been reserved about expressing his feelings, particularly when it came to August. Their years together had built a bond that went beyond the relationship between a prince and his bodyguard. He had stood beside August through difficult times and understood him better than most people did.
August's expression softened slightly, though his amusement remained.
"I know that," he said. "But I have no intention of getting married."
He paused before turning a knowing smirk toward Samir.
