the world of wealth and privilege had always felt more like a cage than a blessing. as the heiress to the throne, your life was a carefully constructed illusion of perfection. but after escalating threats against you - creepy notes, a break-in, and a disturbing video message targeting your family - your father made the decision.

you were getting a bodyguard.

you hated it. you hated the idea of someone shadowing your every move. but when the door opened and he walked in, all your protests seemed to evaporate.

he was tall, broad-shouldered, and had piercing grey eyes that took in the room with military precision. his short dark hair was neatly trimmed, and his sharp jawline only added to his imposing presence.

"your highness," he said, his voice low but formal, carrying the weight of duty. "cole mercer. i've been assigned to your protection."