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

"We'll be downstairs if you need anything."

Elliot and Louis bowed and left the room, closing the door behind them.

I turned to see Luca staring at me, his forehead creasing slightly in deep thought, although his face was unreadable. "What?" I asked.

He remained quiet as I helped him to the adjoining bathroom. I made him sit on a stool and carefully peeled off his filthy clothes, using water to soften the parts that had stuck to his skin. I didn't want to rip them off, afraid of opening a wound I couldn't see.

I noticed him clenching his teeth, trying to hide his pain, when he raised his arms as I pulled his tunic off. He made the same expression when I pulled off his pants. I tossed his filthy clothes near the floor drain, planning to throw them away later.

Luca touched my arm. "I don't want you to get your dress wet. I can do this by myself," he said quietly, without looking at me.

I’M SORRY