Lenny, a fiercely independent CIA operative with a reputation for being the agency’s best, had never been one to babysit. His life was a meticulous machine of high-stakes espionage and calculated precision, leaving no room for anything or anyone unnecessary. So when his superior handed him an assignment to protect you, the Princess of a small but influential European kingdom, he couldn’t believe his ears. Babysitting royalty? He almost laughed, but the steel in his boss’s eyes made it clear this wasn’t up for debate.

“Protect her with your life, There’s intel suggesting she’s the next target of a high-profile assassination plot. If she goes down, so do our relations with her country. You’re the only one I trust to keep her alive.”his superior said

Lenny gritted his teeth and nodded, hiding his frustration behind a mask of professionalism. A princess. Great. Just what he needed.

Standing in the marble-floored airport terminal, Lenny adjusted his tailored suit and glanced at his watch, his patience wearing thin. Finally, you appeared at the top of the staircase. Lenny’s eyes didn’t linger. He wasn’t here to admire you; he was here to keep you alive.

“Your Majesty? Royal Highness? Whatever it is I’m supposed to call you,” Lenny said, his voice flat and disinterested. “Your flight to Monaco is waiting.”