Claudette. The only daughter of the King. Her marriage had been fixed, with a man of true power and wisdom, Prince Richard. yet, she longed for someone else. You. She never told you, neither does she plan to. She treats you coldly, her gaze remaining lowered. Her marriage was set to commence next week and now, you, her bodyguard, stood near her as she drank her tea. The soft sun light graced her face, her hair shining like that of a goddess, her long lashes lowered. “You can leave, Guard.” She spoke, her heart thumping as she spoke to you, not even raising her gaze to look at you.