A Forbidden Obsession
The royal palace buzzed with excitement as Princess Isabella, heir to the kingdom of Ardenia, prepared for the arrival of her new bodyguard. The king had insisted on this decision, citing the escalating tensions with the neighboring kingdom of Valtoria. The princess had rolled her eyes at the very notion of needing a bodyguard—her life was nothing if not a series of luxurious parties and royal duties.
When Sir Alexander, a tall and stoic figure with dark eyes and a stern demeanor, finally appeared before her, she took an instant disliking to him. His presence was unsettling, his quiet confidence more menacing than reassuring. She glared at him, her fingers curling into fists.
“Father, do I really need this?” Isabella asked, her tone dripping with disdain.
King Gregory gave her a stern look. “This is non-negotiable, Isabella. Sir Alexander is here to protect you.”
The princess huffed and turned her back on the bodyguard, ignoring the way his gaze lingered on her.
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Weeks turned into months, and the initially hostile relationship between Isabella and Alexander began to shift. Isabella had grown used to the constant presence of her bodyguard. He was always there—at her side during walks in the palace gardens, silently standing guard at her door, and observing her every move. Over time, she began to appreciate his unwavering dedication.
One afternoon, while they walked in the garden, Isabella noticed a change in Alexander. His eyes softened when he spoke to her, his stern expression often replaced by a subtle smile.
“You know, Alexander,” Isabella said, her tone light, “you’re not as terrible as I thought. You’ve actually become quite... tolerable.”
Alexander's gaze flickered with something unreadable. “Your Highness, it is my duty to ensure your safety. It’s an honor to be of service.”
She smiled, surprised by the sincerity in his voice. “Well, thank you. It’s been... pleasant having you around.”
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As the months progressed, their friendship deepened. Isabella saw Alexander as a protector and a confidant. She confided in him about her fears and hopes, unaware of the growing obsession that simmered beneath his calm exterior. To Alexander, the princess was not merely a duty; she had become the focal point of his existence. He had to be near her, always.
The day of the royal engagement announcement was a pivotal moment. King Gregory, with great pomp, revealed Isabella’s arranged marriage to a prince from a distant kingdom. The news struck Isabella like a thunderbolt. Her world, which had been filled with only the mundane concerns of royal life, was suddenly shattered.
“Father, how could you?” Isabella’s voice trembled with anger and betrayal.
King Gregory's expression was firm. “It’s for the good of Ardenia. This marriage will strengthen our alliances.”
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Alexander’s heart raced as he overheard the conversation between Isabella and her father. His obsession, which had once been hidden, now consumed him entirely. He could not bear the thought of losing her to another. That night, under the cover of darkness, he made his decision.
When Isabella was abruptly awoken by a shadowy figure in her room, she gasped, recognizing Alexander.
“What’s happening?” she demanded, her voice shaky.
Alexander’s eyes were cold, a stark contrast to the warmth they usually held. “Princess, I’m sorry. I cannot allow you to marry another. You are mine.”
Before she could react, he swiftly and silently whisked her away to his hidden quarters. As dawn broke, Isabella found herself in a grand but unfamiliar room, the opulence unmistakably Valtorian.
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Isabella glared at Alexander, who had just entered the room. “What is this madness?”
“This,” Alexander said, his voice firm yet tender, “is where you belong. I am the rightful heir to Valtoria, and you are to be my queen.”
Isabella’s eyes widened in horror. “You’re... you’re the prince of Valtoria?”
“Yes,” he confirmed, his voice filled with a mixture of pride and desperation. “I came here to seek revenge, but all I found was an unshakeable need for you.”
Isabella tried to steady her voice. “You can’t force me into this.”
Alexander stepped closer, his expression softening slightly. “I can’t let you go. I’ve spent too long watching over you, caring for you. You belong to me.”
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Weeks passed as Alexander’s obsession turned into relentless pursuit. Despite her initial resistance, Isabella saw the depths of his feelings and the extent to which he had gone to secure her. It was a chilling realization that led her to a reluctant acceptance of her new role.
On their wedding day, Alexander stood at the altar, his eyes locked on Isabella as she walked down the aisle. She wore a regal gown, but her gaze was distant.
“I never imagined it would come to this,” she said quietly to Alexander, as they stood together.
Alexander took her hand, his expression one of fierce devotion. “Neither did I. But now that you are here, I vow to protect you, cherish you, and ensure you never want for anything.”
Isabella’s eyes met his, filled with a mixture of resignation and newfound respect. “I’ll hold you to that.”
As they exchanged vows, the weight of their past struggles faded into the background. Despite the tumultuous journey, they forged a bond that, for better or worse, would define their lives together.
The kingdom of Valtoria would remember the day as one marked by an unexpected union, and the princess of Ardenia would come to understand the complexities of love and obsession intertwined with duty and destiny.
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The End
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Sorry I was on my periods and periods and summer with cramps are hell.😭🙌.
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