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The Princess's Bodyguard

She is the Crown Princess. He is her bodyguard. Falling in love was forbidden, but will they risk everything and pursue their romance? --------------------------- Lena is the Crown Princess of the Ephemere Kingdom. Confined inside the palace walls for most of her life, the person she would often turn to is her personal protector and dedicated bodyguard, Luca. During her childhood years, she treated him as her best friend. Her ally. A protective, older brother who never fails to save her when she needed saving. But as Lena grew up and blossomed into adulthood, she began developing an attraction for her bodyguard. Gradually, she started noticing him as a man. Luca secretly loved her too, but knowing his position, he refused to entertain any romantic notions with her. Falling in love with the princess is forbidden. It was her destiny to take the throne when the time is right, and that means, being betrothed to another royalty worthy of her status. But what if they couldn’t suppress their feelings any longer? What if something happens that would throw them both in a situation where they could pretend that ranks and royalty didn’t exist? Would they pursue their romance? Or would Lena end up upholding her royal duties in the end? --- * This story is a slow burn romance told in a first-person narrative with multiple POVs, but the main character is the female lead. ** Cover art is made by me :) I'll try to refine it in the future if I find the time.

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DID NOT SEE THAT COMING

"Try this one, My Lady!"

I glanced at the sweet snack Louis was holding up to me with an expectant look on his face. It looked like a strip of cinnamon-coated fried dough, and it looked very delectable. I hesitated for a moment before accepting it. "Thank you," I mumbled half-heartedly.

Louis grinned and disappeared into the crowd to hunt for more food I might like. I stared at the snack in my hand, feeling like throwing up when I thought about eating another bite.

We'd been walking around the evening market of the village, where vendors had set up stalls along two whole streets. Delicious smells of various warm food mingled in the air, making my mouth water and my stomach grumble as we eagerly peeked at the stalls, trying to identify where the smells came from.

That was about twenty minutes ago.