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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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THE BEST LIFE POSSIBLE

Andre took me to the library. It was the most private place he could think of without being overheard or seen. Leaving the guards outside, we entered the dimly lit library and headed to the reading area by the window.

Placing down a lamp on a nearby table, Andre joined me beside the window to gaze out at the midnight blue sky. The moon and the stars were bright that night.

Neither of us spoke. I didn't know where to begin. There were so many things I wanted to apologize for and thank him for.

Andre's commitment was ridiculously admirable. He never gave up on me, despite the months that passed. He could've presumed me dead and canceled the betrothal. He could've taken that opportunity to be free of a forced life, but he didn't.