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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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[Bonus chapter]

"Hey, I said, no running!" Luca dashed forward to catch the little girl who had zoomed ahead of us with her short little legs into the forest.

I laughed as I watched him grab her by the waist and lift her over his shoulders. The little girl squealed with delight and pretended that her father was a horse. "Onward!" she commanded. Holding her arms so she wouldn't fall, Luca started to run in slow motion.

The little girl's shiny raven hair, which I had taken my time combing and fixing into a high ponytail before we left, now lay in a messy heap on the back of her neck; the blue ribbon that I had carefully tied into a bow, now unwound.

I deliberated on whether to go up to them and fix her hair quickly, but then I knew that it was just going to get messy again in no time, knowing that my daughter was just like me when I was her age.