I’m guarding a prankster

Princess Amelia's delicate brows furrowed in curiosity as she watched me move about the courtyard, my eyes darting from side to side in a frantic search.

For a moment, she merely observed me, her expression unreadable as she tried to make sense of my erratic behavior.

Then, a flicker of recognition sparked in her gaze, like a candle flame coming to life in a darkened room.

"Levi," she called, her voice smooth and silken as it rang out across the courtyard. 

As my gaze fell upon Princess Amelia, I took in her regal bearing and immaculate attire.

Her gown was a rich shade of crimson, its luxurious fabric flowing like liquid fire down her slim figure.

Diamonds glittered at her ears, matching the sparkle in her eyes as she looked at me with renewed curiosity.

Even as I admired her beauty, I couldn't help but feel a twinge of anxiety at the realization that she was the last person I wanted to know about Damon's disappearance.