You spend most of your shift the next day contemplating the time you spent with Princess Luna the day prior. Things had definitely changed between you, and big time.

“Oh, no!” You hear Princess Luna lament from around the corner. She turns into the main hallway, carrying a thick stack of paper with her. She trots right up to you and puts on her best worried expression. “I need your help!”

“Of course, Your Highness!” This was what you were trained to do, after all.

“Have you heard the news?” she cries, forcing her bottom lip to quiver artificially.

“No. Please give me a sitrep.”

“Look!” Luna shoves the paper into your face, revealing it to be newsprint.

You read the headline: ‘Canterlot Crime Rate Skyrockets: petty theft charges increase 400% over last month.’

“Isn’t it horrible!?” she asks you.

“Canterlot is a very safe city,” you tell her with a furrowed brow. “There were only two petty theft cases all last month, so this is probably more a statistical anomaly than-“

“It’s terrible!” she answers for you, placing a hoof to her forehead and looking analytically at you for just a moment before readopting her horrified expression. “I don’t feel safe in my own room anymore. If only there was somepony who could protect me…”

She gasps and her eyes widen with scripted simultaneity as she readjusts her focus on you. “You could protect me! Could you come inside my chambers and watch over me tonight?”

If you wish to agree, proceed to Chapter 22.
If you wish to explain that she is more powerful than you and that the royal guards serve more of an aesthetic and symbolic purpose than a practical one, proceed to Chapter 23.