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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A week I have endured body-guarding the Princess and yet I have come across none of her so called tricks, pranks or straight up foul play. Nothing. The tone she had with me the day we first met, I thought I'd be in for an absolute mare but I'm still waiting for the penny to drop.
She's done nothing to try and make my job hard. Sure, she's rude, blunt and stand-offish but I can handle her. She's a young woman who needs simmering down a little. But I'm still keeping my eyes peeled, keeping her away from any drinks or food I might consume in case she's slipped laxatives into them like the last guard. Or something worse.
I'm waiting for her big attention seeking plan. She's probably up in her bedroom creating the perfect prank, something that she thinks will send me packing. But it'll only want me to stay even more, to prove to her that her childish games won't fuck with my job. Which in-turn will fuck with my life.
Not on my watch, that's for sure.
Everly is currently downstairs in the dining room eating her breakfast with her mother. Richard calls me to the side and I follow him to the opposite end of the room, he ducks his head a little. Angling his lips away from the direction of the Princess but I'm convinced she won't be able to hear what he's saying from over here.
