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The Princess's Bodyguard

She is the Crown Princess. He is her bodyguard. Falling in love was forbidden, but will they risk everything and pursue their romance? --------------------------- Lena is the Crown Princess of the Ephemere Kingdom. Confined inside the palace walls for most of her life, the person she would often turn to is her personal protector and dedicated bodyguard, Luca. During her childhood years, she treated him as her best friend. Her ally. A protective, older brother who never fails to save her when she needed saving. But as Lena grew up and blossomed into adulthood, she began developing an attraction for her bodyguard. Gradually, she started noticing him as a man. Luca secretly loved her too, but knowing his position, he refused to entertain any romantic notions with her. Falling in love with the princess is forbidden. It was her destiny to take the throne when the time is right, and that means, being betrothed to another royalty worthy of her status. But what if they couldn’t suppress their feelings any longer? What if something happens that would throw them both in a situation where they could pretend that ranks and royalty didn’t exist? Would they pursue their romance? Or would Lena end up upholding her royal duties in the end? --- * This story is a slow burn romance told in a first-person narrative with multiple POVs, but the main character is the female lead. ** Cover art is made by me :) I'll try to refine it in the future if I find the time.

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"Are you sure you'll be fine on your own?" Luca asked, still hesitant to leave me alone, even though I'd been feeling better for the last several days.

"Yes, I'm sure," I answered, smiling reassuringly as I secured his scarf. 

"I'll be off, my love. See you in a bit," he said, kissing me briefly before he left to do his morning routine.

I was back to my normal self, and we were back to our normal lives. Everything was going perfectly again after that momentary difficulty of being afflicted with an illness. It was like it never happened.

As I bustled into the kitchen to prepare breakfast, I couldn't stop grinning when I glanced at the counter. My body temperature spiked, remembering how we made love on that very same counter several days ago. We've only ever done it in bed, and it surprised me how thrilling it was that we could do it anywhere else.