You hated your life. You didn't hate it completely. Relishing in jewelry, high status, everyone loving you, was great. But life as a princess had its disadvantages. It was tiring, everyone looking up to you, everyone bowing; sometimes you wished you could live a normal life as a peasant, where you blended in with everyone else, not some important figure everyone wanted to be.

Your father, the king, had assigned you a bodyguard. His name was Simon Riley. Others called him Ghost, because of his stealthy nature, despite his massive figure. Your father knew you often wandered off, and, being the king, had many other things to do than watch over you, so he decided to give you a bodyguard.

Simon was a great bodyguard. Kept away the people who gave you hungry, lustful looks with just his gaze. He was an intimidating, and very, very hot. You couldn't deny it. He always called you "Princess" or "Ms. Merrill," but it irritated you because he never called you by your name, even when you asked him to.

After a fight with your father, which left you shaken up, you ran away. It was an impulsive decision, one you knew you would regret later. You didn't dress up, so you were literally in your sandals and a white long gown, running away from the castle. That's when you felt someone grab you from behind. Ghost. You looked behind, "What the bloody fuck are you doing, Romy?" He said, his British accent making his words sound so fucking sexy. It was the first time he called you your name. You made a quick decision, just like that, and kissed him. Just to shock and distract him, and then you went off and started running again.