𝑺𝒚𝒏 𝑴𝒐𝒓𝒂𝒏𝒐, a woman whose life became routined and boring after getting engaged to the last born of the Royal Family, Prince Cullen Alessio.
That is until three new bodyguards are appointed to protect her and the Prince after the sudden di...
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We are now being seated for dinner though I'm not paying much attention, Slade's words still playing in my mind on repeat.
After he so confidently claimed me he tried to take back his words and and rushed me back to the dinning hall.
Ignoring all of my questions on the way back down the stairs and he now follows close behind me, his cold demeanor back and more intimidating than before.
As I am seated next to Cullen, I feel a pair of eyes on me; glancing up I notice Ronan.
His eyes low as he watches me take me seat.
Is he staring at my breasts?
His eyes shift behind me before he looks away, looking back I see Eren staring back at me coldly.
Slade must have switched with him moments before as I notice his retreating back exit the dinning hall.
Dinner commences as low chatter is heard alone the large table.
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Having no appetite I just sip on my third glass of red whine, my food untouched and no doubt cold by now.
Cullen's mother who sits at the head of the table adjacent to him, still making sly remarks towards me almost the entire time before she says something that catches my attention.
"Are you sure you don't want to meet the duchess of Emparal before you announce your wedding?" she questions looking at me smugly.
I roll my eyes before I wait for Cullens response.
"I can but our wedding is already set mother, it won't make a difference."
I sigh heavily gaining their attention briefly before I gulp down the last of the whine in my glass.
A servant come to take my glass but before I can reach for another one Eren send them away.
Looking up at him, his eyes are narrowed before he speaks low enough for me to hear.
