She is the Princess, and he's her guard. A lust that's forbidden.
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Princess Celeste Lawerence is a snotty, rebellious, and vain temptress. At least, that's what the kingdom of Alvera says she is. Landing every one of her personal guards in exile or...
All of the staff in Foxglove palace dreaded the day they might have to tend to her.
And she was to be wed soon, to a prince in a neighboring kingdom, arranged of course.
No one believed anyone would willingly tie the knot with Celeste. Even despite her devastating beauty, it was wasted on a scowl and ugly tongue.
I for one was thankful I found myself thrown into action most of the time.
My talent put me on the front lines, defending the palace instead of holed up in its walls. I was top in my platoon and excelled during my apprenticeship.
Surpassed my mentor within weeks.
Naturally, I quickly found myself leading my own platoon, half the age of the people I was leading.
My armor-clad body glistened under the stained glass windows, chinked, and clanged as I ascended the stairs toward the throne room.
The king and queen had summoned me, why? I was clueless.
I recounted all my recent endeavors as I neared the room, raking my brain for any reason I'd get punished or reprimanded.
The night at the pub got a little crazy last week, but I was careful and not in uniform. And my platoon was all in great shape, following orders and not making me look like a fool.
I was lucky to get a good bunch.
So it couldn't be that.
I shook my head and let out a sigh as I reached the large mahogany doors, craved with intricate details and polished with a waxy shine.
I truly had no goddamn clue why they needed to speak to me. But I was about to find out.
"Archibald, Henry," I said to the two men standing guard at either side of the door. They saluted me back, eyes flicking to the cords that tied under my arm, highlighting my high rank.
I had to suppress a smirk at their envious gaze; they looked practically green.
They knew better than to comment, every knight in the palace had some remark about my age and rank, but all were wise enough to keep their mouths closed to me.
Wordlessly, they pulled open the heavy doors in unison, opening the royals to me in all their shining glory. I walked to the entrance, ignoring the fiery tinge in my chest as I took off my helmet and advanced toward their cool gaze.
