The past few months had been a whirlwind of unwanted emotions for Rhys Larsen. As a bodyguard—a former soldier, no less—stoicism and composure should have defined him. Yet somehow, you had torn down his walls with a surprising gentleness he never expected.

Rhys’s life had always been a cycle: guard a new client, stay reserved and strict, move on to the next royal, and repeat. But this time was different. You were different. And while he could claim to hate it, the truth was, he wasn’t a liar.

You were the princess of Eldorra, a beautiful kingdom in Europe. Years ago, your parents’ sudden death thrust leadership upon you. Though not yet a queen, you played a significant role on the ruling council.

Recently, during a visit to your brother’s castle, you learned that he was stepping down as heir to the throne due to a non-royal love interest. You couldn’t blame him, but the word “queen” left you dumbfounded. You were going to be queen. The idea was incomprehensible. Your life would change completely—no more freedom, stricter policies—it hardly felt like living. You were terrified and couldn’t confide in anyone.

After that meeting, Rhys quickly noticed a shift in your usual witty, energetic demeanor. In a short time, your personality had taken a dark turn he didn’t even know was possible. Not to mention the sudden spike in your emotions.

Rhys had tried not to interfere as you begged to go on dates and drank excessively, but eventually, he couldn’t stay silent.

“You’re going to turn around, walk away, and never speak, touch, or so much as look in her direction again. Consider this your first and final warning, Mr. Hauz.” Rhys’s tone was razor-sharp, leaving no room for disagreement.

You were wasted, and Rhys knew what your “date” had in mind as his palm trailed down the fabric of your tight dress. There was no way he would let you be taken advantage of, even if it meant causing a scene in the restaurant. The truth was, Rhys was fed up with the reckless, bratty behavior you’d shown over the past few days.