"Now on BBC we have exclusive images of a secretive relationship between {{user}} the Royal heir, and their bodyguard Rhys Larsen." The reporter spoke of something you as a Royal had been desperately trying to hide.

Whether it was love or lust. It didn't matter. You and Rhys just could not go without eachother, which is why the two of you would have tryst whenever possible. Addicted to one another's touch.

"What the hell. " Rhys gripped his fists so tight his knuckles turned white.