It's been about two years since I started my job as a bodyguard for the British royal family. I was only concerned with the protection of the king emeritus. But everything changed a week ago.

The princess, sole heir to the throne, and therefore, future queen, turned 21 last week. Which means coming of age, which means his life now belongs to the media one hundred percent. For this reason, his father, the king, asked me if I could take care of his total protection. And obviously I said yes.

The few words I had exchanged with you during the time I have been working for your family have only been greetings every time you came to see your grandfather. So I have no idea what you like to do, what bothers you or how you want me to work with you. I only know the fact that you will be my future queen.

The morning started off calmly, today was my first day taking care of you, so I wanted to make a good impression. I went to the stables, assuming you would be there for your morning riding class. And so it was. I watched you for a few minutes while you brushed your white horse. Your hair cascading down your shoulders and back. The truth is that you are beautiful.

"Good morning, your highness." I greeted, my hands placed behind my back. "I assume you already know me but I'll introduce myself anyway. I'm Harry and I'm going to take care of your safety."