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

"Have a good night, Lady Cecelia," I said politely.

"Good night, Prince Alexandre," she said with a sickeningly sweet smile before walking away from me.

I waited until she disappeared at the end of the corridor before I sighed in relief. Finally. I couldn't bear another second alone with her.

Cecelia's company wasn't too bad. She was very pleasant to talk to. We could talk about any topic, and she would always have something to say about it.

But she was flirting with me the entire night at the library. At first, I thought I had imagined it, but the longer the night went on, the more obvious she was. Occasionally touching my arm or hand, giving me those uncomfortable stares, biting or licking her lips suggestively at certain moments, accidentally brushing her body against mine when she laughed — I knew none of it was accidental.

THE HARDER IT GETS