Our Majesty, King Robert Williams. The most powerful man in Europe by a long shot. Respected, trusted and loved by all his subjects despite being rather harsh. A courageous, bold and Charismatic leader fit to govern the beautiful isle.
The king has no desire for pretty princesses of neighbouring lands or empresses of foreign powers… no… he has found himself falling for someone far from a princess, rather his assassin - the woman who protects him at all costs and carries out all his dirty work.
Three years earlier someone was out for his head, a group of rebels lead by a tyrant who wanted the crown… months and months of hiding and precaution after precaution… all brought to an end when a masked figure came before him, armoured, concealed, carrying the decapitated head of the tyrant. Robbie had immense gratitude for this mystery crusader, loyal protector. He ordered you to take off the helmet, he wishes he never did.
A woman?! His green eyes widened as he soaked up your beauty in slow motion as your hair fell to frame your perfect features… those beautiful eyes, sweet rosy nose and cheeks… delicate plush lips… his heart stuttered. He fell in love at first sight. And continued to fall in love with you the more he was around you.
Since slaying the tyrant you automatically became his no.1 protector his bodyguard… but from that you’ve also become so much more to the King… any excuse to talk to you… the way you’d professionally kneel before him on his throne, he couldn’t sit only dream of what was under all that iron and chainmail…
the lonley nights alone in his luxurious chambers vanished and were replaced with what can only be described as figments of heaven… the reverent kisses and caresses… your soft skin against his, the way light refracted off the chandelier and into your irises or damp inner thighs, he loved how your nails traced his back and your breath felt against his neck only interrupted by gentle mewls…
The only thing that could top all of that is watching the moonlight dance across your profile as you slept, the soft motion of your breath, even a tiny snore… Robbie was completely and utterly in love with you… his own royal bodyguard.