The Bodyguard

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Ƭнɛ Bodyguard

   synopsis:
    Princess Victoria wants nothing to do with the seemingly cold, flippant Roman Triester.

      But when he's assigned as her bodyguard, Princess Victoria is forced to put up with him and his nearly possessive manner, and rudeness.

     Needless to say, these two are going to experience a lot together— perhaps even romance.
   

Warnings:
-> this book will contain crude language
-> I am only human, so correct me POLITELY when you see a mistake
-> any language other than English and Sarcasm will be from google Translate, so sOrrY if it's wrong.
-> keep 'holy water' things to a minimum, thanks.
-> enjoy this book.
-> DON'T COPY IT OR I WILL BITCH SLAP YOU AND YOUR FLAT ASS BACK TO YOUR MOTHER'S COOCHIE. :)
-> you may proceed.

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"Victoria, dearest," Mother's warm, silken voice had a slight edge to it as she gracefully glided towards me.

"Mother," I say, "what's wrong? What has happened?"

She motions for me to sit on one of the many chaise lounges as she places a pale hand on her forehead dramatically. "Your father has received a death threat. As have you, your brothers, and some of the people of Parliament."

A gasp leaves my lips as I blink rapidly. "What?"

"Yes, I know it's a lot to take in," she says, sighing. She twisted her multiple rings slowly before pulling me in for a perfumed hug.

After she embraces me, she says, "So, your father and I have made a decision. You, along with everybody who was threatened, will be assigned a body guard. Yours will be Roman Triester."

I stand up quickly. "I'm sorry, what? Roman Triester? Mother, I can't— you can't— we can't-"

Mother pats me sympathetically. "I know, dearest. I don't like the idea of someone following us about all the time. But, it is for our safety."

I glare at her, before storming off.

How can I tell her that Roman Triester makes me shiver with inexplainable fear? That his gold-and-blue eyes were not only gorgeous but haunting? And he's killed so many people?

I let my feet lead me towards the huge, private garden. The aroma of fresh, crimson roses delight my nose as I twirl around, happily. I ignore the subtle beeps of my phone as I let my feet dance to their hearts content, a smile prominent of my face.

"Funny I should see you here." A deep, velvety voice echoes.

I stop dancing immediately. Swiveling around so fast that I nearly trip over my own feet, I come face-to-face with the Roman Triester.

"Mr. Triester," I whisper. I tuck a strand of golden-brown hair behind my ear before letting my eyes rest on his feet.

"I think that would be Roman, to you, Princess," he mutters, tilting my chin so my eyes met his. I direct my eyes at the side of his head and step away quickly.

"I think it's not right for you to touch me, Mr. Triester." I say firmly.

Though I think of him as 'Roman' in my head, I would only call him Mr. Triester— it keeps our relationship formal and distant.

A cold chuckle leaves his lips as he shakes his head slowly. "Are you afraid of me, Princess?" he laughs shortly once more.

"What is there to be afraid of?" I retort.

"Everything, Princess Victoria. And if you aren't scared, then why won't you look at me?"

My gaze snaps to his, and once more his haunted, blue and gold eyes stir an unsettling feeling at the pit of my stomache.

"See, that wasn't so hard," a corner of his bee-stung lips tilt upwards as his eyes mix between the two colours.

"I don't see why this is necessary," I breathe.

"Because, Princess, we are going to be seeing quite a bit of each other. Especially since," he leans in so close I can smell the dark chocolate and mint from his luscious mouth, "I'm now your bodyguard."

A/N

*fans self because Roman is a hottie*