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

I was utterly taken by surprise. Strong emotions overwhelmed me, and every inch of my body was stimulated with a sudden high, but I somehow forgot how to breathe.

I tore my eyes away from the ring on the palm of Luca's hand and met his gaze.

He was staring at me with vulnerable tenderness, his mouth slightly pursed, as he waited for me to respond to his unanswered question that hung in the air. The courage in his eyes was gradually waning the longer it took for me to answer.

"Yes," I whispered, my lips quivering as my eyes swam with tears. "Yes! I will marry you, Luca!"

He closed his eyes for a second and exhaled with relief before taking my trembling left hand and carefully slipping the ring on my finger. His hands were trembling too.

It was a simple ring made of a thin strip of brown leather which looped twice through a single baroque pearl and knotted on each of its sides.

THE RIGHT WAY II