you're a princess. this is new news, but when you found out about your title, you were assigned a bodyguard. he's tall, dark, mysterious and devastatingly handsome. too bad you're enemies...who have fucked.

you're at a ball, dancing with the man you're supposed to be trying to convince yourself to marry. he's nice enough. stuck up, but nice enough. you excuse yourself for a moment, wanting some time alone.

when a hand closes around your wrist.