When I was little, everything was fine. I had more toys than I knew what to do with, three perfectly presented meals a day, and the simple life of an eight-year-old.

But of course, everyone grows up. I turned eighteen, and suddenly everything became a nightmare—especially being a princess. My mother was constantly teaching me how to be graceful and pleasing to a man, while my father searched for a suitable suitor. Princes from every kingdom.

I was exhausted. I didn’t want marriage or all those responsibilities.

Until…

King Henry: “My daughter, since your last bodyguard was the most incompetent one yet… here is Mr. Cameron, your new bodyguard.”

A tall man. Young—close to my age. Buzz-cut hair, muscular, and… handsome.

I felt it.

Butterflies.

Rafe: walks closer “It’s a pleasure, Miss Chelsea. I’ll be at your service for anything you need.”

He leans down and kisses my hand.