The Princess and the Bodyguard
When I was to be asked whether I would like to change the life I lived, my most immediate response might be yes. I can sum up nearly off the top of my head what it was like in one word: horrendous.
But if I think a little longer, I realize I'd prefer to keep everything the way it happened. Now, granted I would change a few minor details. Don't lie, we all would. There's only one thing that I would change. If I could do it over again, I would choose to listen to my instincts when I most needed them. That was my worst mistake.
Ever since Kurtis Schubert's father died in war while Kurtis was 6, he wanted to be the princess's bodyguard. He was strong enough, witty enough, and certainly had the manners when he was in a good mood. He blamed the royal family, (particularly the king, Henry Elliot Astor) for the death of his beloved father and thought of no better way to strike back than to kill the only heir and precious hope of the kingdom. He joined a crew of assassins, accepted only by his cunning and ruthlessness. At age 14, only 2 years older than the princess, he became the youngest trainee at the academy. The other boys wanted the title, the money, and a shot at the beautiful princess. He wanted revenge. And so began the long competition of a lifetime they would prove once and for all who was the best among the school boys.
Princess Christabel Melita Astor had long since lived a life of tragedy. At age 4 her mother was murdered by an assassin who snuck into the castle, attempting to murder the king, his son, and the young princess as well to end the royal line. Put under much careful protection, she was drawn away from the carefree comfort of the summer castle, her village friends, and her own wing in the castle for hide and seek with her cousins. Guards were checked and doubled as her education and protection became the only thing her father cared about. When she reached 12 years of age, the king issued a proclamation after a second attempted murder on her.