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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Grey Anderson
What was I thinking?
I stood outside her door, racking every square inch of my brain to pinpoint precisely when I lost control. When that overwhelming desire to touch her took over me and my hands were on her tempting skin.
I sighed and let my head fall back into the wall. That was exactly the kind of situation I needed to avoid; treading into that water would get me drowned.
I knew from the minute her vixen lips opened she was lying. I knew she was spinning a web. And I still walked right in.
I resisted the urge to smack myself across the face, and she was no doubt fueling her little ego.
I quickly calmed my body down; it was still the middle of the day, and anyone could waltz by and see the situation in my trousers. It wouldn't take a mathematician to figure out why. But as I stood there, willing the heat from my body to cease, the only thing I managed to do was see flashes of her face through my mind. Her parted lips, the rose color on her face, the way her eyes seemed to flutter from every touch I moved along her body. She was so reactive, enticing me like a child playing with a toy.
"Fuck." I mumbled under my breath and shut my eyes, dragging a hand over my face. I needed to get my bearings because one thing was sure: she was good at knocking me off my balance.
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It didn't take the princess long to get changed. She was out of her room in the next twenty minutes in a new red dress.
Chugging past me like I didn't exist (I should be counting my blessings there.)
True to her word, Elayna was waiting for us outside with a carriage to bring us into town. I noticed two of my own guards off to the side on their respective horses, ready to join us. I instructed them to patrol the nearby streets of the festival. Keep eyes on what I couldn't see while I watched the princess.
I quickly nodded to the two of them before stepping behind Celeste as she entered the carriage.
"Oh, Lieutenant General, I had them bring another horse around for you. My guards rarely ride with the duke and me when we travel. This carriage is a bit cramped for two people." She squeaked out as I narrowed my gaze at her.
My mind immediately ran with the potential possibilities that this woman was setting something up, possibly trying to get Celeste separated. My suspicion must've started showing on my face because the Duchess squirmed beneath my gaze.
"I go wherever Princess Celeste goes," I said darkly, my tone unwavering and robust. The duchess nearly seemed to shrink in on herself.
"Of co-." She started to recant.
Celeste's hand shot up mere inches below my face, halting my words. She shot me a murderous look from the corner of her eye, "Don't be rude to the duchess. A horse just a few paces behind me is not a problem. I apologize, your grace."
