I guarded the palace doors as the princess came in from her nightly stroll around her garden. It was the same every night. She'd always come up behind me, brushing my shoulder gently before asking to go out on a walk, and she'd always give me a certain look when she came back inside. I never knew what the look meant, but I do know it makes my face heat up and my stomach do flips. I was aware it was morally wrong to have feelings for her, but I couldn't help it.