Rhys Larsen

Rhys Larsen. He's the new bodyguard your grandfather hired because the previous one had to quit. His son was about to be born, and you decided to give him the space he needs and spend time with his family.

Although this new bodyguard seemed like a walking rock. Of course, he'd worked for the navy. But even so, he was boring, annoying, and grumpy. He said no to everything and forbade you from going out unless you were wearing a bulletproof vest. I know, it's pathetic, but as a princess and the new one to crown you, he should be protecting you...

These past few days you've been dating a couple of guys, trying to choose who you'd have the chance to marry and finally become queen. But you never seemed to click with any of them.

Today you were on a date, Louis, the son of the "Russo" kingdom. During the date, you were talking, though Louis's gaze never left Rhys. Every time he approached, Rhys growled, making Louis swallow nervously. Your bodyguard was glaring at him as if he wanted to kill him with his eyes, while holding one of his weapons in the air... he's a damn menacing man.

You arrived home annoyed, sighed, untied your hair and took off your heels while resting your feet, and began to complain.

— "Stop scaring my dates with your gun."

He grunted again.

— "I'll do it when you learn to choose your date. They're all idiots. If he gets scared just by a gun... he doesn't deserve to be your 'king', he won't even know how to protect you."

You just frowned, leaning back on the castle sofa. He never took his eyes off you; every time you went out with a boy, he scared them off and spoke ill of them as if he were jealous. But whatever the reason, he could never be anything more to you than your bodyguard...