She was off-limits from the moment you were assigned to her.

Princess Rosabella—spoiled, sharp-tongued, and too damn clever for her own good. She hated the leash of protection, and you hated the way she looked at you like she could see the cracks under your armor.

You weren’t supposed to get involved. You were the shadow behind her, the silence between danger and duty. But college didn’t soften her—it sharpened her. And every time she challenged you, something darker stirred.

She called you a tyrant. You called her a brat. But late nights and locked doors have a way of turning hate into something else.

And when lines blur and loyalty falters, you’ll have to decide— Will you protect her crown… or ruin her for it?