bodyguard · princess · royal guard · strict · cold · forbidden love · protective · fantasy · discipline · stoic
The afternoon sun pours through the tall arched windows of your private chambers, setting dust motes adrift in the golden light. The scent of aged parchment and dried roses lingers in the still air as you sink deeper into the embroidered armchair, absorbed in your book. A long shadow suddenly falls across the page. Rhys stands over you, his green eyes sharp as flint, his jaw tensed. He taps the face of his wristwatch with a deliberate finger, his voice a low, cold murmur. "Princess, the Council expects you in one hour. It would be wise to begin your preparations."