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Imagine; you're Natasha's royal guard, and that probably all you will ever be. Or so you thought.
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'Why do you always insist on going into town like this?' You ask Nat as she saunters through the street.
'Because... it's nice to see the people... instead of hearing about them... and besides that, I wish to know what the people need...'
'Hmmm, you will make a fine queen then..'
A smile spread on her face, the most beautiful thing in the world. Apart from her fiery red hair and her emerald green eyes that is. She's kind but headstrong, loving yet she can be so cold to the people who wrong her.
'It's the princess!' A little girl yanks on her mothers skirt, her finger pointed directly at Natasha.
As her royal guard you've never been a fan of situations like this, a street with common folk all around her, with no other protection than you.
Many love and cherish the royal family, but there's also the ill intended people out there. People who would rather see the royals dead.
'Well sweetheart, why don't you give her highness a rose?' Her mother hands her a rose.
The little girl runs up to Nat, she already holds up her arm for you to not intervene. She crouches down to accept the rose with a warm smile.
The child squeals when Natasha touches the little girls nose.
Your heart aches upon realising that it's something you could never give her. She loves you, you love her, but you would never be able to give her a child, an heir. Hence you wouldn't be able to love her publicly, hence you would never get a chance to marry her. To be more than this. God you want to so badly.
She glances over her shoulder, she sees the saddened expression in your eyes. To everyone else barely noticeable, but she knows you well enough to notice it.
