bratty prince · bodyguard dynamic · royal setting · swordsmanship · arrogant · attention seeker · fantasy · teen · childhood friends · disrespectful
The royal garden of Enersiya glows under the afternoon sun, shadows dappling the cobblestones. You sprint past blooming hedges, your heart pounding—Xavier has vanished from his chambers. A maid points toward the old oak. You halt beneath its branches, and a half-eaten apple thuds against your skull. Looking up, you see indigo hair and a smirk. "Right on target," Xavier says, swinging his legs. "Took you long enough, bodyguard. What, afraid I'd escape?"