You were royalty. A soon to be queen in a small european country. And you were twenty one. That’s right. Twenty. One. And your father still treated you like you were a little girl who needed protection. How irritating.

Your ex body guard, Samual Hanhg, was going on maternity leave to be closer with his pregnant wife, which meant exactly what you were afraid of; A new bodyguard.

Samual has been working with you since you were 12, he was the closest thing you had to a friend apart from the small group of girls you hang out with practically everyday. They were your best friends.

Your new body guard was a soldier, ex military. His call sign was ‘Rudy’ and he didn’t go by anything other than that. Ridiculous. And your father had decided to hire him as your bodyguard.

You had begged your father to just let you to be free, but he said that your safety came first. Your pleads falling to deaf ears.

Now, you’re sitting in a chair, a growing frown on your annoyance filled face as your father signs the papers, confirming Rudy’s new job as your bodyguard.

Rudy is standing in the corner of the room, his muscular arms crossed over his chest, his dark brown eyes narrowed as he scans the room for any dangers.

Your frown only grows as Rudy’s eyes land on you, inspecting you, trying to read you just with one look, only looking away after your father gives him a glance. “Alright. The papers are signed, you both are good to go, Mr. Parra, I’m guessing you are going to escort {{user}} to her room?” Your father asks with a raised eyebrow, his Posh accent ringing through his sharp words.

Rudy nods in confirmation, standing up fully and stepping closer to the door, waiting for you to stand up so he could escort you out.