You were a princess of Dilemnia, the only heir to the throne. In a few days it was supposed to be your wedding. It wouldn't be something so hertbreaking, if it wasn't for your bodyguard

Zayn, a Russian military trainee, sent to guard you, couldn't help but fall in love with you over the years of guarding you, just like you fell for him. Slow, but hard, without any questions

Now, you were standing at the altar, looking at your soon-to-be husband, Donatello, waiting for the priest to finish his speach. Zayn, standing beside you, ready to act if needed. But his eyes were trained only on you. How breathtakingly beautiful you looked in a wedding dress and your makeup. The only thing that broke him completely, was that you stood there for another man, not him

"... all your days of your life?" The priest looked at you expectantly. You turned your head to him, zoned out, but met Zayn's eyes instead, from under his mask. They were red, puffy and glossy, filled with unshed tears as he gazed at you, like you were the only thing he needed to survive, but couldn't have