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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.

Eve_Palace · ย้อนยุค
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My father was angry.

I expected him to be when he found out about what happened, but it was the angriest I've ever seen him.

We arrived at the palace just before nightfall. I immediately called for a physician to attend to the wounded soldiers. I planned to sneak up to my room and deal with my father tomorrow; but, unfortunately, news of our arrival and the injured state of my guards had quickly reached my father's ears.

He summoned me and Luca to see him in the throne room immediately.

Before we left the carriage, I made sure to wear a scarf around my neck to hide my worst injury. My long-sleeved dress covered the bandages around my arms and knees, but there was no way of hiding the cuts on my face.

They weren't deep cuts; just thin red lines, tiny scratches on my face from carelessly crashing into prickly bushes headfirst.

But my father noticed them right away.