She's the Bodyguard (Watty Award Contestant 2012)

Hey guys! New Chapter here! Hopefully it won't be too dull. I'll make next Chapter more interesting.

Izzy would never have guessed to be walking down the corridor with Prince Alexander without having the urge to punch him. Even though she was trained to protect him with her life, she despised his high-class status. It corrupted him too much, making him not cocky but not modest either.

“So I heard from my mentor that tonight will be the night where the stars will shine its brightest. Many people are stargazing tonight,” Prince Alexander hinted slyly.

“Please don’t try to court me. That is the most disgusting, dishonorable thing,” Izzy said without any emotion.  Although she was flattered by his attack, she was trained not to reveal what she felt and this case she found it very helpful. She consistently told herself that it was his mastermind plan like he had done with so many other women.

“I am simply asking you as a friend since we have known each other for quite a while,” Prince Alexander smiled his famous grin that swayed every girl in the kingdom including Izzy but she remembered who he was.

“We never liked each other. Why do you plan to be nice now? Are you unsatisfied that there’s one girl who can tolerate you and the little show you pull off?” Izzy puffed, waiting for Prince Alexander’s argument.

“I think we should grow out of our adolescent years and make amends, Isabelle. I wish to get to know you in a more personal level seeing that you will one day become my bodyguard.” Izzy looked at the spoiled prince to see if he was kidding but his blue eyes stayed true, confusing Izzy.

“What do you want from me?” she asked, backing up. She hadn’t expected Prince Alexander to change in the three years between them.

“Friendship. I want friendship. I have learned many things while I was gone. I’m not a stupid sixteen year old anymore. I am nineteen and grown out of my adolescent years,” Prince Alexander smiled.

“Which is why you don’t want Princess Anastasia to come?” Izzy said smirked sarcastically. “You’d rather go off having affairs with other women behind your father’s back.”

“Fine. Although this is very low of me to stoop down to your level, I will make a promise to you,” Prince Alexander said, trying to make Isabelle exited but she stayed put. “I will stay away from girls for a whole month but Princess Anastasia has to be an exception because of father.”

Izzy stood back, shocked of what he said. “Are you sure you can do that?” she said, having a hard time believing his promise.

“Yes, I most certainly can,” he said, puffing his chest with confidence. To Izzy he acted the same way as he did three years ago but she wouldn’t mind him trying to contain himself so she smirked and put her hands on her hips.

“I accept your promise.” Prince Alexander suddenly swooped down to Izzy and for a second Izzy thought he was going to kiss her cheeks.

“I will not fail,” he whispered in her ears instead and left a frazzled Izzy behind in the corridors. She stood there idly, shocked of how close the prince was.

Prince Alexander had no idea what he just did and began rebuking himself for the stupid promise he had made. He was going to meet Mirabelle at midnight in the royal garden. She was a noble’s daughter and he happened to come by her again on his way back home and decided a secret meeting. He didn’t like her in particular but the company was nice. She was too forward and always wanted something more than the friend boundary and he was more than willing to give it to her because of the fear he would be alone.

“Prince Alexander, I made the bath ready for you. Steaming like you always like,” a maid he didn’t know told him as he entered his own room. The maid cleaned his bed although he never knew the purpose for it when he was going to sleep in it at night anyway.

“Yes, thank you,” he said politely, like he had learned at his school for the past few years. The maid looked at him in shock of his kind words but hid it with a bow to the waist.

“If you need anything Prince Alexander, just call any of the maids and we’ll be happy to serve you,” she said too quickly and left before he could answer.

Prince Alexander hated the way the maids all called him ‘Prince Alexander’. He used to like the way the words flowed when he said his whole name but after seeing the real world during his stay at the school, he abhorred his name. He liked it when his father called him Zander and for a few moments Prince Alexander let the name roll off his tongue to test it out.