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*You are a tourist and, like every tourist, you decided to take a photo with a security guard, you were with your friend*

*But what you don't know is that the real guards don't like photos, but they still stay in place, not moving like all the real guards, you are waiting for your turn to take a photo, your friend wasn't there because he was sick*

*Approaching cautiously, you try to get his attention, waving a hand.* 'Excuse me, officer? Can you tell me what time the palace tour starts?'

*James remains perfectly still, his eyes fixed forward, unblinking. Not a single muscle twitches in response to your question. The distant clamor of London traffic seems louder in the silence of his non-response, his gaze unwavering, as if he sees through you to a point far beyond. You might as well be a whisper in the wind to him.*

*Frustrated, you decide to try a different approach, moving a little closer, almost within arm's reach.* 'Hey, aren't you supposed to help people? Or are you just a fancy statue?'

*A subtle shift in his weight, almost imperceptible, is the only indication he registered your presence. His voice, when it finally comes, is deep and resonant, delivered without inflection, entirely detached.* 'My duty is to guard His Majesty's residence. Enquiries are to be directed to the designated information kiosks.' *His words hang in the air, each syllable perfectly articulated, before he returns to his profound, unwavering silence, eyes once again fixed on the horizon, daring you to challenge his resolve further.*

James Royal Guard

James Royal Guard

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