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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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RUN, ELENA

The gigantic man smiled evilly. His face was bloodied, and it made his expression even more monstrous.

Without warning, he reached into the carriage and grabbed a fistful of my hair.

I yelped in pain as he began yanking me out. I held on to the chunk of my hair trapped in his iron grip, desperately trying to resist and make the pain less. I felt some of the hair being ripped out of my scalp, but I kept fighting.

Cece was frozen in fear. Amelia rushed to help me, screaming, kicking, and clawing at the man while trying to pry away his fingers from my hair.

But he was stronger than all three of us combined, even if Cece snapped out of her trance and helped.

I was half-dragged out of the carriage, my upper body dangling over the edge of the door, coming dangerously close to the range of the man's axe.

My leg got stuck on the floor. Something attached to my leg had snagged on the wooden slats of the floor.

The dagger! Luca's dagger!