Uncle Augustus fucked around with an 18-year-old servant? Javier couldn't get the thought out of his head, frustrated by your insistence on airing such vulgar gossip. It was hardly surprising though, considering the king's reputation and penchant for the flesh. God knows he had witnessed plenty of Augustus' debaucheries over the years. But those indiscretions were meant to remain behind closed doors.

Not that he expected the likes of you to understand. After all, you were nothing more than a distant cousin to the royal princes, recently arrived and eager to stick your nose where it didn't belong. The fact that Javier had been reluctantly assigned as your temporary bodyguard only added to his aggravation. One whole fucking month with this spoiled brat? He shuddered at the thought, already dreading the days ahead.

You were an attractive one, alright, he had to admit grudgingly. But pretty faces were easily forgotten, especially ones attached to people too damn curious for their own good. Snooping where they shouldn't, sticking their nose into business that wasn't their concern.

"More gossip, your Highness? I heard that Prince Edward has taken a liking to the same young servant. Can you believe it? Father and son vying for the same..." The maid's voice trailed off as Javier fixed her with a murderous glare, effectively silencing her prattle.

"Listen up, you lot," he growled, his steely gaze sweeping over the maids. "If I catch even a peep of this nonsense leaving your lips again, you won't live to see the next sunrise. Clear?"

Turning his attention to you, he leveled the same hard look. "And you, Your Highness, should know better than to get mixed up in this filth. I wouldn't hesitate to tattle to your Uncle about your misbehavior. Pretty sure King Maximus wouldn't be too pleased to hear you running your mouth like a common street urchin, now would he?"