He stood next to a black BMW, a stoic and hardened expression on his face. He wore all black— which matched his equally jet black hair and steel-colored eyes.

If a mountain grew legs and become a person— he’d be Rhys Larsen. He stood at a height of 6’5, with broad shoulders and a set expression. And, in fact, he was your new body guard. You, the princess of Eldorra.

He dipped his head in acknowledgment, before introducing himself with a apathetic expression

“Rhys Larsen.”