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
Dasha dressed me in a simple periwinkle gown that nicely complimented my fair skin and hair. A darker shade of the color was used around the entirety of the tight bodice, flowing down into two separate pieces that opened up to the main lighter shade. A silky purple bow was tied around the smallest part of my waist, the excess hitting all the way to the bottom of the dress, gliding through the wind as I walked.
It was beautiful but entirely more conservative than what I usually wore. When I asked Dasha about this, she simply smiled and shrugged, saying, "I love this color." Something about the wistful expression on her face as she gazed at me with it on made me not question it anymore.
Besides, I didn't have time to focus on the dress; I had more pressing things in my mind. After I was all ready, Dash parted ways with me to do her other tasks for the day.
I took off out the door, fire leading at my feet, the small heel of my shoe tapping into the marble floors.
Gray, the annoyance that he was, responded to that sound like an alarm and was right after me. Oh, how I despised my shadow.
"And where are we off to so passionately this morning, my princess?" His voice lingered nearby as I turned down the hallway and went down the stairs. My hands rested upon the railing as I descended, and only a moment later, I felt his looming presence close behind me, his gloved hand sliding dangerously close behind my mind.
"Careful...don't wanna trip wearing such pretty shoes." He mumbled mockingly, making my elbow twitch at my side with the desire to shoot it back into him. Somehow, he made everything I did, wore, or said sound so stupid.
"Of course not. They're worth more than your salary." That earned him a deep laugh when I reached the bottom step and headed for the kitchen doors.
"I can assure you, they pay me more than that pair of shoes to babysit you."
My lips pursed, and my eyes snapped close as I inhaled a sharp breath. His words, spoken in that buttery, condescending tone, plucked every nerve in me. I stilled at the door, bracing my hand against the handle, and looked back at him with an intense fire flickering in my face.
Judging by his smirk, that only satisfied him more.
"Someone ought to slap your lips right off your face. I don't, and have never, needed a babysitter." I huffed and shook my head, "I can't concern myself with you this morning. I have actual important things to do."
"I find this a little hard to believe."
I ignored his comment, deciding revenge later would be a better idea than continuing this useless banter. The day I make this guard begging and crawling at my feet would be sweet, swift, and satisfying.
I walked inside the bustling kitchen, where cooks and servants were all running around preparing breakfast for the day. They were so wrapped up in their tasks they barely noticed me enter.
