Everly Blossom is a princess, adopted into the Royal Family by the King and Queen of England. Everly doesn't remember much of her past all she knows now is tailored dresses, silverware and butlers.
She has dreamt of a life of fun, laughter and joy b...
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I didn't bother to glance at the clock when I woke up, what's the point? Time doesn't exist in the castle when I can't leave. What is the actual point of trying to keep to a schedule when it doesn't matter when I do anything? It's mind-numbing.
My body melts into my bed sheets, twisting between the soft cotton. Resting my head onto my favourite fluffy pillow, picking and playing with the tufts of material. There is literally nothing better to do. I don't want to step foot out of my bedroom to see my father or my mother, and especially not my new bodyguard.
Graham or whatever the hell his name is.
He's visibly bigger than all of the other guards my father hired, taller too. Not that I really wanted to notice but his body is built like a tank, shoulders broader than any person I've ever seen in the castle. I have no clue how he fits through doors with that body.
Try me.
His deep voice floats through my head. If I want him to quit and leave this shitty job, I'll have to come up with something creative. Something new. Something better than the last couple of guards. Laxatives and hairspray won't cut it anymore. I need to take it to a new level.
Try me.
Oh I'll try my hardest, that's for sure.
A knock at my door has me grunting, closing my eyes and burying my head further into my pillow. I don't respond, I don't want to be disturbed today but the knock comes again. Too quickly after the last.
