Eve_Palace

She is the Crown Princess. He is her bodyguard.
Falling in love was forbidden, but will they risk everything and pursue their romance?

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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?

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* 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.

The Princess's Bodyguard

We woke up early the next morning to handle business.

The fishing village was quaint and charming. The blue-green ocean dazzled invitingly in the daylight; I couldn't stop looking at it even when my eyes were squinting from the bright sun. Only when we passed by the area where I stood with Luca last night, did I tear my eyes away.

Some kids were jumping into the water, clearly having I good time. I was so tempted to get in, but the water was deep and I couldn't swim. Not that it mattered. The princess, wet and vulnerable in full view of the public, was highly scandalous.

Small fishing boats were moored on the quay, and I was told that they had bigger boats anchored at sea. I inspected the ones I could see and took note of the village's requisitions.

The villagers gave us a collection of bracelets made of tiny, white seashells as a token of their appreciation. I passed them around to everyone in my retinue and made them wear the bracelets.

MAKING CAMP