The King's Shield
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Last published Wed, May 20, 2026
What would happen if you were appointed as a bodyguard for the person you were supposed to assassinate?
Adhiveer is a beloved king. Adored by everyone in his kingdom and beyond.
Shiva, a professional assassin, gets easily appointed as his royal guard.
The king trusts her with his life unsuspecting her intentions. Among all the conspiracies, revenge, war, murder and chaos their love blossoms.
What would happen when he finds out the truth? The penalty for conspiring for the king's murder is death. How will their lives change? What would be the consequences?
Excerpt
" Speaking of chances," he blocked her way.
She shot a look at him questioning his intentions. His smile faded.
He moved in closer to her cornering her again, blocking her way with one hand. With each step he took to close in, her heart began to race. His gaze was intense and fiery. She turned her head and her eyes to look at the other side. He leaned in closer till his lips touched her cheek. His breath, rough and heavy, grazed against her skin. He slid his hand under her dress and wrapped it around her waist. Her breath hitched at his touch.
" Is my hand cold?" He asked in a low voice.
"Ye...yes..." she breathed.
" Why don't you warm it up for me," he said and kissed her cheek. She tried to move away by pushing him gently but he didn't budge. He placed one of his legs between her legs and lifted her by her waist. He placed his knee against the wall and held her on his thigh. She was now a few inches above the ground with nowhere to go. She pressed her back against the wall and held his shoulders for support.
" Wildflowers..." He whispered in her ear.
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