Don't Trust The Royals (Bang Chan X Reader)

Thorns

I peeked around a corner searching for the commander. Once seeing that the coast was clear I moved to take a step forward, only to feel a chin rest on my shoulder, "Who are you looking out for? I hope not me,"

I turned my head sharply and glared at the blonde, "Go away."

"No can do, Princess."

My new escort has been following me all day as I filled out my daily duties. At first, the idea of a bodyguard was reassuring but, now I wish he'd go back to being part of the royal guard.

When my mother said he would follow me everywhere she meant everywhere. 

With a sigh I leaned against the wall and continued to send him a nasty look, Christopher copied my movements mockingly until I spoke up, "I don't need a babysitter."

"Well, your mom thinks otherwise."

"My mom knows almost as little as you do when it comes to my safety."

"Really now?"

Christopher crossed his arms over his broad chest and shortened the distance between the both of us, having to tilt his head down to look me in the eye, "Well, why don't you enlighten me, Princess."

I scrunched my nose at his taunts, "You don't know what mess you've signed your self up for. If you are serious about being of help you better make sure you survive long enough to draw your sword."

Chris didn't seem swayed and despite the small distance, gave me a smirk that sent the impression that he knew more than he let on, "Trust me, your highness, I think I can handle anything the Royal life throws my way."

I scoffed, despite my red-tipped ears and walked out to the rose garden, "We'll see about that, Blondie." 

Chris seemed amused by our conversation until a sad frown grew on his as followed behind me. "You're really shaken up, huh."

I whipped around, ready to make a retort but stopped when I saw his sollen expression. Then, a similar face appeared on my features. Slowing down, I walked beside him and poured my ideas on the matter, " I just... I don't think my father's death was as simple as the exam made it seem."

Chris nodded in understanding, " You think someone killed the king."

He stopped and brought a hand up to his chin, "I will admit, It's hard to believe that he died of a heart attack."

"Right!!!!"

I threw my hands in the air in frustration, "He was perfectly healthy, and my mom would've woken up if he had a heart attack but, she slept just fine!"

Chris flicked a knife out of his pocket and delicately cut a yellow rose off a nearby bush. As he spoke he started to remove the thorns, still keeping up with my pace.

"Well, I see why you're on edge. With a story like that, I would be too." 

"It's not a story! It's facts! And I plan on finding out the truth!"

Chris raised an eyebrow at my outburst, "You really want to investigate this?"

Firmly I placed my hands on my hips, "Yes."

The commander pressed his lips into a firm line before letting his tense stature dissolve, "Well I guess I might as well help you out so you don't accidentally kill yourself."

I crossed my arms and looked up at him, "No, you are not. How do I know I can trust you?"

Chris changed his grip on the knife and slipped into an invisible pocket.

Lowering his head, the Commander searched my eyes as he tucked the delicate and now thornless rose behind my ear, " I guess, you'll just have to wait and see, princess."

I turned away, acting as if I was admiring the rose bush beside me and not like I was having a stroke due to his charming acts. 

Behind me,  Chris released bursts of melodic laughter as he watched me hide my bashfulness.