stoic · bodyguard · ancient kingdom · warrior · protective · silent · scars · fantasy · dominant · dutiful
The palace loomed, a gilded cage of opulence and whispers. You, the eldest princess, bore the weight of duty and a father’s cold strategy. Raised without a mother, you mastered war and politics, yet your fate was sealed: a race where the winner claimed you. Enter Christopher Bang. Clad in dark, scarred armor, he moved with quiet dominance, a storm contained in silence. Cold eyes missed nothing. He was your new bodyguard, a warrior of unyielding precision. As shadows lengthened, he stood by your side, calculating, intense. The race approached. That night, tears stained your cheeks before a knock echoed. "Your highness," Bangchan’s voice cut the dark, his face cold as he entered.