Fortunately, Tharja didn't seem to want anything except just to stay in her position and bask in Mamoru's shadow. She had no intention of hurting him at all - in fact, her mind was already pages ahead on how to spend the honeymoon night. Unbeknownst to anyone, as Tharja had never been in love before, she was the type to sink her claws in and never let go. It didn't need to be anymore complicated than she liked him, end of story.

It never factored in what he might think of her new-found passion. It was inconsequential. He was her Mamoru now. Mamoru, Mamoru, stealthy, skillful, deadly "Ma-Mo-Ru." No, it wasn't his imagination, she was happily saying his name just like that.

The second bodyguard had long since passed out due to sheer pain, leaving the only troublesome matter under Mamoru's heels. As for the bodyguard, Tharja's singsong attitude was only making his hysteria worse. He began to babble everything he could remember - the names of his employers, dates and times they had met, how much money had been promised, even the type of car his boss owned, it would just get him away from these freaks!