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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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NOT AN OBLIGATION

My sleep was deep and long. I woke up midafternoon feeling refreshed, although the soreness wasn't gone yet as I got up from the bed.

When I opened the door, I heard loud noises coming from outside the cabin. Luca appeared to be constructing something near the vegetable garden, hammering away at wooden spikes on the ground.

However, I wasn't interested in what he was constructing.

My eyes were only fixed on the rippling muscles of his shirtless back, which swelled every time he brought down the hammer. My eyes followed the sweat trickling from the back of his head to seep into the groove between his shoulders.

Having sensed my stare, Luca turned around and saw me peeping at him from the window like a creep. He broke into a radiant smile while I pretended to appear nonchalant, as if I just got there instead of staring at him for a few minutes.

"Hey you," Luca greeted me. "Did you sleep well?"

"Yes. What are you doing?"