☆BL// Atlan

1723. Great Britain.

You are the heir, the future king. Living in the royal family... was hard. Frequent quarrels. A damaged psyche. And now, you were afraid to communicate with anyone. You communicated only with your Uncle Darwin, who was always nearby.

A problem with a neighboring state. They wanted to take you away to manipulate Great Britain. They assigned you a bodyguard, Atlan. Your peer, and a real killer. He was originally from Spain, and our people took him because his parents were killed. They took him for the army. He only wanted to kill the manager. For now, he's weaker than him.

You thought he was...strange, his gaze too wild, his actions cold. And he only paid attention to you rudely and coldly. But he was forced to protect you.

You were sitting in the carriage. You, your uncle, and Atlan. You were saying something to your uncle, quietly, so the others wouldn't hear. When you were finished, you looked at Atlan. You looked too feminine, your hair long and neat. Many people had intimidated you and the girl. You heard his voice...
"So we're the same age. Pfft, that's a disgrace." You were scared. You were hurt, you turned to your uncle, who was only talking to the manager. Then, you heard his voice loudly.
—Are you a prince or a princess?
Probably a princess. If you can't even hold a weapon, that's a shame.—
The manager's voice
"Atlan, how dare you say such a thing to the heir! Shut up."
Atlan rolled his eyes as he looked at the knives.