My bodyguard // Noah x Michael // Royal AU

2. ~Mr. Carter~

Michaels pov:
I take a seat in one of the palace's conference rooms. In the room, there is my mother, my father, a security guard, a palace worker, and myself. The security guard stood at the double doors that led to the main entrance room in the palace.
"Alright, Prince Michael, I would like to thank you for your ti-" the palace worker starts.
"Just get to the point." I say. The worker sighs.
"Well, I'm Mr. Keller, and today I have five bodyguards ready to take the position as your new bodyguard." He passes. "They will each have some time with you, introducing themselves to you."
I nod, watching as he called for the first guard. The first one was a not tall, but not short, blondie. I already didn't like him.
"Hey, I'm Jonas Rockshi." (rock-shy). He smiled, keeping his hand out for me to shake. I slowly shook his hand. My parents got up and left, knowing they can't interfere with this.
"Uhh, so, tell me about yourself..." I sigh.
"I'm 29, I've been working as a bodyguard for about 8 years and-"
"Next." I say, obviously not giving a fuck about this guy.
"But, Prince Michael, I can assure you, you will not regret-" He starts to rant.
"I. Said. Next." I say nice and slow for him to hear. One of the security guards come up behind him.
"The Prince requested you leave. Now go." He said in his professional security voice. The blondie leaves, letting another one in.

"Hey! I'm Ryan Jason." He holds out his hand for me to shake. Just like the last guard, I slowly shook his hand. "I heard you were looking for a bodyguard, so here I am, ready for the job!"
This guy was not meant to be a bodyguard. He has the looks, sure, tall, brunette, muscular. But he's acting like I'm a child. I'm 16.
"Next." I say, obviously not giving a fuck about him.
"I-... yes, Your Highness..." he walks out, letting in the next guard. This one was at least 6,2. He had long red hair in a low bun. He was wearing a black, leather suit. A suit you'd see any bodyguard in.
"Noah Carter." He says, having a seat in front of me. "Ha, so you're the kid they all warned me about, huh?" He looks at me with a stern look. "Listen here, and listen carefully. I won't put up with your bullshit. I might only be 17, but I won't deal with it."
"Woah, woah, woah. Stop right there. You, 17?" I ask. You have to be over 21 with valid license to be a bodyguard, especially for the Royal family.
"Yeah. They let me in because my family has a history working with Royals." He explains.
"So, Noah-" I start.
"That's Mr. Carter, to you." He says, his voice stern like any bodyguards should be. I like this guy.
"I choose him." I look over at the palace worker. I forgot him name. Also don't care enough to remember.
"But, Prince Michael, you haven't heard from the rest." He says to me as if I didn't know.
"I know, I'm not dumb, I like the way this guy thinks. I want him as my bodyguard." I argue back. The worker sighs, grabbing a piece of paper. He signs off one line, handing it to Mr. Carter. He signs it and hands it to me. I look down at the paper, signing the last spot. This was my new bodyguard.

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