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...
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Celeste Lawrence
When Dasha came into my room the following day, I could tell by the look on her face that she was surprised to see me up. Her eyes fluttered open wider, and she tilted her head at me, but before she could even open her mouth to marvel more, I jumped on her with questions.
They fired out quickly and strewn together, "Dash, did you know there are attacks desolating villages all around the kingdom? Because it's news to me. How did I not know about this? If you knew, why didn't you tell me?!" I sat with the burning questions all night long. They had fired out like spitfire now.
"My lady, slow down!" She put her hands up and stilled them on my hands, silencing me with her own bewildered expression as she analyzed my tired face. "What on earth are you talking of? Attacks?! You look tired. Did you get any sleep last night?" She followed her eyes down to my nightgown, which had smudges of dirt on its pristine white fabric from the walls of the basement.
"It's a long story. The only important part is that I found out that all around the kingdom, a group called the anarchists have been destroying whole villages. Burning them down, destroying the crops and land, and...anyone who gets in their way. A young woman at the opening ceremonies yesterday was hysterical over it. My mother seemed more concerned with the fact she had said anything rather than what was happening. The...the casualties are gut-wrenching, Dasha. And I didn't know till yesterday, I feel sick."
"Princess, calm down, take a deep breath." Her sweet voice managed to soothe the slight tremble in my fingers but did little to ease my rampant mind. She settled me down before my vanity and started gathering my hair in her nimble hands. My face was grave when I stared back at myself in the mirror.
"Does that mean your mother knows about this?"
I nodded, "Yes, I mean, I am almost sure. When she mentioned that her village was the victim of one of these attacks, and that's why she couldn't bring an adequate gift, my mother only seemed appalled at the lack of gifts rather than the burned-down village."
"I see."
"And Gray knew about it. So I would assume my parents know."
Dasha made a face at me in the mirror as she ran a brush down my raven strands, "Who is Gray?"
"Oh, I mean Lieutenant General Anderson. If he knows, he's required to report back to Mom and Dad. I don't know why I'm surprised. They've never treated me with an ounce of respect." I pondered over what I could do to get more involved. If I asked them, they would assuredly shut me out of it and see that I don't get involved. I'd have to work around them.
When I glanced back up at Dasha, she had a smug grin settled across her face, a haughty laugh brimming at her lips that I could tell took a lot of effort to hold back.
My face twisted in confusion, "What?"
"Gray, huh? I don't think you ever referred to one of your guards by their name. Usually, it's something...less than appealing."
