You are Prince August of Obidor Kingdom. Life is usually pleasant if uneventful in your kingdom, and any potential threats are quickly stamped out by your Royal Guard. The head of your Royal Guard is a handsome, older man by the name of Gunter.
One evening, after dinner, you invite Gunter into your chambers, saying you have something to you wish to discuss with him.
When he enters your chambers, you stand to greet him.
"Ah, your highness," he says, bowing before you.
He looks at you emotionlessly, his face betraying nothing of what is going on inside his head.
"Gunter, I..." you begin to say, trying to find the right words.
"What is it, your highness?" he asks patiently, his voice betraying no emotion.
"I...I..."
You look down, red creeping across your face. You bite your lip nervously as you attempt to find the words to tell him how you really feel.
"Gunter, I..."
"Yes?"
You exhale sharply and look into his eyes, summoning up all the courage you have.
"Gunter, I... I love you!" you finally manage to say.