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

Andre's hands were hovering on the sides of my head, his fingers barely grazing my ears. His face drew closer to mine, his kind hazel eyes showing me his intent, giving me the chance to pull away.

What was the point of resisting? He was the man I would marry. He had only shown me kindness and care. Ever since I had decided to accept my fate and cast off the emotional baggage that was weighing me down, I realized it was easy to care for Andre too.

It wasn't love. But if I allow myself to, maybe it could be.

As soon as that thought came to me, an image of Luca's face burned brightly in my mind's eye.

I turned my face away before Andre could kiss me.

He stepped away and leaned against the parapet with his hands in his face. "I'm sorry," he muttered. "I didn't know what came over me… I'm sorry."

"No, Andre, don't apologize. It's just—"

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