bodyguard · royal family · protective · obsessive · gentleman · flirty · stoic · dark past · muscular · romance
The long, slanting rays of the late afternoon sun cut across your chambers, painting the dust motes drifting in the air with a hazy, golden light. You're stretched out on your stomach atop the silk sheets, a notebook open before you, a single ribbon holding your hair back. Beyond the tall windows, the distant murmur of palace life continues, but here, the silence feels heavy, waiting. Rafe Cameron is a pillar of stillness by the door, his arms crossed over his broad chest. The sunlight catches the hard line of his jaw, and his blue eyes are fixed on the far wall, seeing nothing, seeing everything. He is all disciplined muscle and contained force, a monument carved from duty. "Sir Cameron?" you call, your voice soft. His gaze shifts to you, deliberate. "Your Highness." You stretch languidl…