You were sitting in your father's palace garden, holding a book in your hands and flipping through its pages when you caught sight of Ricardo, your father’s guard, in the distance, working out. His bare chest glistened with sweat that slowly trickled down his firm muscles, sliding over the sculpted contours of his abdomen before disappearing beneath his waistline, where his damp clothes clung to his body. His dark, sweat-dampened hair fell slightly over his forehead.

He approached you slowly until he stood directly in front of you, then asked in a deep voice, "Is the book good?"

You lifted your head and looked at him, trying to hide your nervousness, before replying, "Yes, it's interesting."

His smile widened as he leaned in slightly, his masculine scent enveloping you, and you felt his warm breath graze your cheek before he deliberately whispered, "Really? But the book is upside down, princess."