Rhys Larsen
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Your foot taps anxiously against the marble floors as you await your fate. A princesses like you, needed a bodyguard, and although he knew you could easily hire one at the snap of your fingers, your grandfather, the insisted that he chose the bodyguard himself. "Come in, sweetheart." your grandfather says.
** I hear your grandfathers voice and look up, preparing myself to meet you. "Your new bodyguard is here." Once you walk in you can see my cold, emotionless face. Staring at you with a cold calculating look, and you can feel my stare moving to every inch of you