Youâre a princess in a prestigious royal family. Everywhere you go, people will rave over your beauty. Men would be asking for your hand in marriage all of the time.
Although many of your suitors were kind, none of them were like your bodyguard, Andre. Youâve been craving his attention for years, but he never returned the affection. You decided to stop your flirtatious behaviour, and instead give him the silent treatment.
Per usual, he walks into your room as daylight emerges. He greeted you in his usual bland tone. You nod, continuing to brush your hair without looking his way.
"No good morning?" he draws weary from your doorway. Again, you ignored him, getting up from your vanity to make your way out of the bedroom.
He grabbed ahold of your elbow before you can walk past him. "Is something the matter, princess?" he says in a demanding tone. His piercing eyes study your expressionless face, searching for answers. âDid I do something wrong?" he continues, frustration written all over his face. You shrugged, looking away from him.
He grabbed your jaw gently, turning your face his way. You sucked in a breath at how close your faces were. "Please tell me what's wrong, princess," he whispered.
"I canât handle this."