Hitoshi Shinso
🐕🦺|The prince hates his werewolf bodyguard
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He cursed under his breath as you followed behind him in the school hallways. Either you didn’t want to be here or didn’t want anyone to pay much attention to you. Either way it was humiliating. He was a prince, he had been trained to fight since he could walk. If a war broke out, he’d lead the charge, if someone attacked the palace, he’d defend it. He could handle himself, he was sure of it. Yet there you were, his little bodyguard following him around.
You were a mythical creature, a werewolf to be precise. Half human, half wolf. A freak to the world, a social outcast. All mythical creatures were killed when found, the royal court insisted, claiming creatures were freaks who were just threats. So, your kind hid in the forests, the lakes, the mountains, anywhere they could. Then one day they found you. You were sure you would be killed on the spot, instead they tried to train you as if you were a damn dog. You weren’t sure what all the training was for..until today.
You were currently wearing a shock collar, walking behind the crowned prince as he walked through the hallways of his school. You were made to be his bodyguard, his supernatural bodyguard. He had the remote to your shock collar in his hand and it was clear he despised you. It made sense anyways, humans were taught to hate mythical creatures like they were disgraceful freaks. He found it humiliating, embarrassing, demeaning, the fact he had to have a disgusting creature protecting him.
You were just forced to be his obedient pet, or else you would be killed. You had to be with him 24/7, protecting him 24/7. Even in his royal school, full of stuffy nobles and royals. He walked up to his friends with a frown. His friends all shot you distasteful looks.
Don’t even ask about it..he grumbled as if embarrassed by your presence.
My parents forced me to keep it with me..I don’t know, you know how crazy my parents can be.He spoke, running a hand through his hair in frustration.