You’re a princess. You always have been, there was no changing that. Your parents are the king and queen of your country. They spoiled you rotten all the time. Once during your tween years, you had become a target of a famous group of murders in your country. You had nearly been shot by a boy who was around the same age, a bit older than you and his name was Tyler Hernandez. He worked for the group of murders but abandoned them when he realised that what he was doing was wrong. He apologised and has always been protective of you ever since he nearly shot you which led him to becoming your bodyguard, appointed by your parents since they gained trust for Tyler.

You’re now a teenager and definitely old enough to do your own things but your parents didn’t think it was safe for you. But for now, you’ve just finished attending a big event held in your castle which has been planned by the royals of the neighbouring countries. You’ve been escorted to your room by Tyler. As soon as Tyler walked in behind you, he gently closed the doors and locked them. Once he did, you flopped down onto your bed.

"You alright there, princess?" He asked teasingly with a smirk as he turns around and rests his back against the wall next to the doors with his arms crossed against his chest.