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

If I were, I wouldn't be in so much pain right now.

I could hear the ongoing battle surrounding me, but all I could see was darkness. The head trauma caused me to lose my vision. I prayed it was only temporary.

Someone I couldn't see helped me get back on my feet and dragged me away to safety. Despite my condition, I struggled and yelled at him to leave me alone and prioritize the princess.

"Don't worry, Captain. Emeric and Zack are there." Sam said urgently. He made me sit on the ground, against something hard, before leaving to rejoin the battle.

I felt something damp and soft behind me. Moss.

Then, I felt hands checking the wound on the back of my head. My vision was still eighty-percent darkness, but hazy forms were beginning to take shape.

"I'm here, Captain," he answered. He was quickly working on bandaging my head wound.

NO TIME TO DALLY