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

"Don't cry," I whispered, my voice breaking. My lips were quivering slightly when I spoke. "I'm sorry."

The corners of her mouth pulled downward. "You should be," Lena answered, her tone simultaneously accusing and seeking comfort. Like how she usually did a long time ago when she was mad at me for finding her during her breakouts but also happy that I came for her.

She rested her head on my chest as we continued our clumsy swaying.

I leaned down so that my chin barely touched the top of her head, her familiar smell pervaded my senses — a mix of her natural scent that I was so used to, combined with a light perfume of vanilla and rose.

I took several deep breaths and sighed at the same time she did. She appeared to be doing the same thing.

"I miss you," she murmured against my chest. "Thank you for coming to dance with me."

THE CARDS FATE HAD DEALT US