Princessxsoldier Stories

She was fire born into silk and ceremony, a princess with a heart too wild for palace walls. Her defiance grew too bold, too loud, her parents did not lock her away-they sent ℎ𝑖𝑚. A bodyguard not just to protect her, but to curb her spirit. Stoic, caring, and ever-present, he was her punishment wrapped in armor. He dictated her days with quiet authority, shadowed her every move, and turned her fantasy of a carefree life into a measured dance of rules. She hated him for it-the way he never flinched at her anger, how he met her rebellions with calm and gentle stares instead of fury. Treatment full of love out of duty-she wanted to break him like she broke every other wall around her, but he never gave her the satisfaction. Time, however, is a traitor. Somewhere between silences that stretched too long and glances that lingered too much, everything began to shift. The sound of his footsteps no longer meant confinement, but comfort. His hands, once only reminders of restraint, became anchors when her world trembled. He still stood firm, still watched her with that maddening stillness-but now, his eyes carried something soft, almost wounded, like he too had started to lose the battle neither of them admitted they were fighting.