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&quot;We&#039;re over.&quot;<br /> I can hear the sound of Camille&#039;s condescending laugh over the phone. &quot;You&#039;re joking, right? You&#039;re breaking up with me? You can&#039;t even sleep without me by your side.&quot;<br /> &quot;No, Camille, I&#039;m not joking,&quot; I say, my voice cold as ice. &quot;I&#039;m done. I&#039;m breaking up with you.&quot;<br /> &quot;Why? Is there another girl? Are you cheating on me?&quot; she demands immediately, her voice rising with each question.<br /> If she really knew me at all, she would know well that I would never cheat. &quot;No, Camille. There&#039;s no one else. I&#039;m doing this for myself.&quot;<br /> &quot;You&#039;re a poor excuse of a person, and that is why she never loved you.&quot;<br /> ————————<br /> I enter the ballroom sulking at first, but then I remember I&#039;m a princess, so I straighten my posture. The ball should be almost over by now, so there&#039;s that at least.<br /> Alex is behind me at all times. He&#039;s like a thorn in my side. Always managing to annoy out of me with just his presence.<br /> &quot;Elena!&quot; My father approaches me, along with my mother. &quot;Come along; it&#039;s time for the big news.<br /> I nod and follow them, and of course Alex is also following.<br /> What news could it be, though?<br /> My father leads us to the middle of the ballroom, where he stands and clinks his glass to get everyone&#039;s attention. &quot;Good evening, attendees. As you all know, every Royal Ball concludes with a special announcement. Well today, I have a highly significant revelation to make.&quot;<br /> Get on with it.<br /> He continues, &quot;As you all know, my daughter is turning eighteen in a month. But she will wed Spain&#039;s Prince Marco de Rossi once she is of legal age.&quot;<br /> My head spins toward my father, and my jaw drops to the ground.<br /> What the f*ck?<br /> I don&#039;t even get a say in this matter. I do not want to marry Marco, and I can&#039;t believe my own father would make me do this. I can&#039;t believe both of my parents would make me do this.<br /> In the large audience of several hundred people, I hear cheers, and I just want to scream my lungs off. They shouldn&#039;t be clapping. I was getting my freedom taken away by getting a bodyguard, but this is a whole new level. I don&#039;t even get to choose who to love!<br /> &quot;Princess.&quot; Alex approaches my side and leans close to my ear. &quot;Are you alright?&quot;<br /> I open my mouth to answer him, but I&#039;m cut off by Prince Marco, who walks over to me.<br /> &quot;So, Elena, now that we&#039;re technically engaged, how about we get to know each other?&quot; He asks, grinning.<br /> I cringe at his implication. What a disgusting asshat.<br /> &quot;What the f*ck is wrong with you?&quot; I snap. &quot;I might have to get married to you, but I will never—and I mean NEVER—love you.&quot;<br /> &quot;Elena!&quot; My father shouts. &quot;That&#039;s enough.&quot;<br /> I spin around to face my father and my mother, who both don&#039;t even look like they have an ounce of sympathy for my dilemma.<br /> &quot;How could you do this to me?!&quot; I shout at the both of them. &quot;First, you take my freedom away by getting me a bodyguard. Now, you&#039;re forcing me to marry a prick!&quot;<br /> &quot;Keep your voice down, cara mia,&quot; my mother urges me.<br /> &quot;NO!&quot; I scream. &quot;Don&#039;t tell me what to do. You&#039;re both dead to me.&quot;<br /> I storm out of the ballroom without another word.<br /> ₊˚ʚ ᗢ₊ ˚✧ ﾟ.<br /> &quot;Princess?&quot; Sofia knocks on my door.<br /> &quot;Go away, please,&quot; I mumble into my pillow.<br /> I&#039;ve been sulking in my room for three days, not even bothering to go out. I&#039;ve had meals delivered to me in bed, and I haven&#039;t seen anyone. Not even Alex. But he is still standing outside my door at all times, so there&#039;s that.<br /> &quot;You can&#039;t hide in your room forever, you know,&quot; Sofia says behind the closed door.<br /> Sighing, I decide to get up and open the door for her. She enters, and I can see Alex out of the corner of my eye, but he doesn&#039;t look at me.<br /> I close the door behind us before going back to my bed, sitting so I can hear what Sofia has to say.<br /> &quot;I heard about what happened at the ball.&quot;<br /> I can&#039;t help but roll my eyes. &quot;Hasn&#039;t everyone?&quot;<br /> Sofia nods, then sits down on the edge of my bed. &quot;Your parents love you, Princess. They know what is best for you.&quot;<br /> I scoff, getting up to pace the room. &quot;You think this is what&#039;s best for me? Being forced to marry someone I don&#039;t even want to be with? Have you seen Marco? He&#039;s a pig!&quot;<br /> Sofia frowns. &quot;You do not have to call him such names. He is your fiancé now.&quot;<br /> I pause my pacing and turn to face my handmaid, my fists clenched. &quot;Why should I show him any respect when he doesn&#039;t show me any? No one is even considering what I want.&quot;<br /> &quot;Look, I know this is difficult for you, but you just need to accept it.&quot;<br /> Is she serious right now?<br /> &quot;No,&quot; I snap. &quot;I am not just going to accept this. I am going to do something to get my freedom back.&quot;<br /> &quot;Your Highness, please,&quot; Sofia continues. &quot;You cannot keep putting yourself through this. You need to accept the fact that your father&#039;s decision is final and move on. You cannot keep shutting everyone out.&quot;<br /> I scoff again. &quot;Easy for you to say, Sofia. You don&#039;t have to marry an arrogant, disgusting man like I do.&quot;<br /> &quot;Princess, I understand that you are upset, but you cannot let your anger and frustration fester like this. You must learn to accept it.&quot;<br /> I stare at Sofia for a moment before finally getting up from my bed. &quot;Fine,&quot; I concede. &quot;I will try to be more open to the idea, but I will never forgive my father for what he has done to me.&quot;<br /> Sofia nods in understanding. &quot;That is all I ask, Princess. I believe it is time for us to get some fresh air. I have arranged for a carriage ride for us to enjoy the scenery outside the castle.&quot;<br /> I shrug, still feeling jaded about the situation. &quot;Alright, but let&#039;s just get this over with,&quot; I reply, still annoyed.<br /> I follow Sofia out of my bedroom, Alex on my heels as usual, and down the grand staircase to the front door. The carriage is waiting for us outside, with the horse and driver already ready.<br /> As we approach the carriage, Alex steps forward and opens the door for us, assisting us as we climb up into the carriage. Once we are seated, Alex steps in and sits in the corner, keeping to himself. The driver whips the horse into motion, beginning the journey.<br /> The first few minutes are spent in awkward silence, with the clopping of the horses&#039; hooves and the creaking of the carriage the only sounds breaking the silence.<br /> Finally, I break the silence, still feeling bitter about the entire situation. &quot;I don&#039;t understand how my father could do this to me. Forcing me to marry a man I don&#039;t love... it&#039;s just wrong.&quot;<br /> Sofia sighs. &quot;Princess, we may not always understand our parents&#039; decisions, but we must learn to accept them and move on. It may not be what you want, but it is what it is.&quot;<br /> I nod, still feeling unsatisfied with the response. Maybe I should just run away. That would be the smart option. I never care about royalty.<br /> The sound of a man&#039;s voice pulls me out of my thoughts, and it is now that I realize the carriage has stopped.<br /> Prince Marco gets in. &quot;Elena. Lovely seeing you again.&quot;<br /> I glare at him and then at Sofia. &quot;What the f*ck is he doing here?&quot;<br /> Instead of Sofia answering, the prince starts to speak.<br /> &quot;I know you don&#039;t particularly like me, mi amore,&quot; Marco says with a charming smile. I cringe at the use of the term of endearment. &quot;But I assure you, I&#039;m a kind and generous man.&quot;<br /> I don&#039;t believe a single word that comes out of his mouth. I turn to Sofia and say, &quot;I can&#039;t do this. I refuse to stay in this carriage with him.&quot;<br /> &quot;Please, Princess,&quot; Sofia pleads, her voice gentle. &quot;Just give him a chance.&quot;<br /> I shake my head. &quot;No.&quot; I get up from my seat and attempt to leave the carriage, but Marco grabs my arm, holding me tightly in place.<br /> &quot;Let me go!&quot; I shout, pulling away from his grasp.<br /> Alex leans forward, his expression serious. &quot;Let go of her, Your Highness,&quot; he says to Marco.<br /> Marco releases my arm, but his smug smile remains in place. &quot;No need to be so hostile, Elena. We&#039;re all allies here.&quot;<br /> I shake my head, feeling a surge of anger. &quot;I&#039;m not your ally, Prince Marco. And I certainly have no intention of marrying you.&quot;<br /> Marco chuckles. &quot;We&#039;ll see about that, mi amore. Don&#039;t you worry.&quot;<br /> The tension in the carriage is almost unbearable. With begging eyes, I turn to face Sofia.<br /> &quot;Please, Sofia. Let&#039;s go back to the castle. I can&#039;t do this.&quot;<br /> She nods, her expression understanding. &quot;Of course, Your Highness. We&#039;ll turn the carriage around.&quot;<br /> Marco snarls. &quot;What&#039;s the matter, little princess? Can&#039;t handle a little confrontation?&quot;<br /> I glare at him, my anger simmering below the surface. &quot;I can handle more than you can imagine, prick. Don&#039;t you forget that.&quot;<br /> The carriage ride back to the castle is tense, to say the least. The silence is palpable, with each of us lost in our own thoughts.<br /> As we enter the castle, Marco steps down from the carriage, his eyes locked on mine.<br /> &quot;You&#039;ll learn to love me eventually. And if you don&#039;t, I&#039;ll have to force you.&quot;<br /> I clench my fists, wanting to punch him, but I can&#039;t; otherwise, that would disappoint my parents.<br /> But my conscience is saying, &quot;Who gives a f*ck about what they think?&quot;<br /> I decide to give in to my impulses, and so I punch Prince Marco right in the jaw.<br /> He falls to the ground, blood trickling out of his mouth. My hand hurts from the punch, but it doesn&#039;t stop me from feeling like I&#039;ve finally taken control of my life.<br /> &quot;You little—&quot; Marco tries to grab my arm, but I dodge his hands with ease.<br /> I can&#039;t help but grin, enjoying the look of fear on his face for once. &quot;What&#039;s the matter, Marco? Can&#039;t handle a little princess?&quot; I mock his earlier words.<br /> &quot;Princess!&quot; Alex grabs ahold of me and drags me away from the prince. &quot;What are you doing?&quot;<br /> &quot;Putting that man bimbo in his place, what does it look like I&#039;m doing?&quot; I roll my eyes.<br /> He yanks me gently by the arm, pulling me towards the palace. &quot;You really don&#039;t think ahead, do you, Princess? Do you have any idea how much trouble we&#039;re now going to be in? You really think the King and the Queen are going to let this slide?&quot;<br /> &quot;I don&#039;t care what my parents think! They&#039;re forcing me to get married against my will. And at such a young age, too! I can&#039;t even have a proper young adulthood.&quot;<br /> &quot;That may be true, but you&#039;re still their daughter; they love you. They just want what&#039;s best for you, even if it&#039;s hard to understand that right now,&quot; he replies in an oddly gentle tone.<br /> &quot;Are you kidding me?&quot; I squirm out of his grasp. &quot;I am tired of everyone saying my parents want what&#039;s best for me. News flash: that&#039;s nonsense! They just don&#039;t trust me to rule Italy without a stupid man by my side.&quot;<br /> Alex opens his mouth to speak again, but I ignore him and run inside the palace, not giving him the chance to say something else.<br /> I walk through the hallways of the palace, keeping an eye out for any threats or people who don&#039;t belong. The princess is in her room, sulking as she has for the past week. There&#039;s no point in trying to talk her into the whole situation. If I were in her place, I&#039;d react the same way.<br /> &quot;Pssst!&quot; a voice whispers, snapping me out of my thoughts.<br /> I stop in my tracks, quickly turning towards the source of the voice. I&#039;m immediately on high alert, ready to fight anyone at any moment. As a bodyguard, I can&#039;t be too careful, and I have to be quick to make decisions.<br /> No one is supposed to be here at this time. I reach for my pistol and silently sneak in that direction, trying to be as light on my feet as possible. &quot;Who&#039;s there?&quot;<br /> &quot;Jesus, Alexander, it&#039;s just me.&quot;<br /> Camille emerges from the shadows, rolling her eyes. Her blonde hair is pulled back into a tight ponytail, and she&#039;s dressed in a stylish and expensive outfit, with her designer wardrobe clearly evident in her overall appearance.<br /> I put my pistol away, a wave of relief washing over me as I realized she wasn&#039;t an intruder.<br /> She shouldn&#039;t be here at all, though.<br /> &quot;Cami? What are you doing here?&quot; I ask in a hushed voice, gripping my girlfriend&#039;s arm and pulling her into a corner. &quot;I could get in real trouble for you being here,&quot; I whisper in her ear.<br /> She sighs and rolls her eyes. &quot;You&#039;re no fun these days. Why do you need to follow the rules so strictly?&quot;<br /> I glared at her. &quot;Need I remind you that you&#039;re currently trespassing on royal property? You could get thrown in jail.&quot;<br /> &quot;Won&#039;t be there for long thanks to my father,&quot; she replies, twirling her hair around with a smile on her face.<br /> Camille is a bratty, spoiled girl who loves to do whatever she wants with no consequences. She&#039;s an entitled snob who thinks she owns the world. She has no respect for authority, nor does she care about anyone but herself. But despite all of this, I love her. She&#039;s my only weakness.<br /> She, on the other hand, doesn&#039;t feel the same way. My girlfriend thinks I&#039;m an uptight prick who&#039;s too serious about his job. It&#039;s true, I am, but who wouldn&#039;t be when they&#039;re a bodyguard for a princess who&#039;s constantly trying to get into trouble? The King would have my head if something happened to Princess Elena on my watch.<br /> &quot;You really need to leave.&quot;<br /> Camille scoffs. &quot;And here I thought you&#039;d be happy to see me.&quot;<br /> I&#039;m silent for a second, hesitating to respond. Of course I&#039;m happy to see her, but I&#039;ve got to set a clear boundary. If she keeps doing stuff like this, I&#039;m going to get into trouble. And I can&#039;t exactly make exceptions for Camille, no matter how much I love her.<br /> &quot;I am happy to see you,&quot; I say, looking her in the eye and trying to be as serious as possible. &quot;But you need to listen to me. You can&#039;t always go where you want to go whenever you want to go.&quot;<br /> &quot;Says who?&quot; she retorts, laughing. &quot;You used to be fun. Now you&#039;re boring. I&#039;m getting bored of you, Alexander.&quot;<br /> Ouch. I try to keep my composure, but her words sting. I can&#039;t deny it; she&#039;s right. I&#039;ve been neglecting her and being so distant, and it&#039;s starting to take a toll on our relationship. I know I need to do something to fix this, or else I&#039;ll lose her.<br /> I sigh. &quot;What can I do to make it up to you?&quot;<br /> Camille&#039;s eyes sparkle with delight, and she tilts her head to the side. &quot;A new Coach purse wouldn&#039;t hurt. Throw some Chanel perfume in there, while you&#039;re at it.&quot;<br /> My eyes widen in disbelief. Such expensive gifts. &quot;But Cam—&quot;<br /> She interrupts me and shakes her head. &quot;Ah! Do you want my forgiveness or not?&quot;<br /> I&#039;m taken aback and surprised at my girlfriend&#039;s blatant entitlement and selfishness. But she has a point; if I want to make things work with her, then I&#039;ll have to make a compromise. I love her, but she makes it really hard not to snap at her.<br /> &quot;Fine,&quot; I concede, sighing, &quot;but you have to leave now.&quot;<br /> Camille is already halfway to the door by the time I finish speaking, her phone in her hand. She&#039;s not paying attention to me at all, barely even acknowledging the conversation we just had.<br /> &quot;Yeah, sure,&quot; she says, not looking up from her phone. &quot;See you later.&quot; With that, she slips out of the shadows, heading for the door and out into the night.<br /> I moan, feeling frustrated and defeated. Camille never takes things seriously. She always acts like she&#039;s too good for everyone and can get whatever she wants without having to work for it.<br /> I&#039;m f*cking sick of it.<br /> &quot;She seems like a piece of work,&quot; a voice behind me says, almost making me jump. Almost.<br /> I turn around to see Princess Elena leaning back against the wall. What&#039;s she doing up and out of her room at this hour? And more importantly, how much did she hear?<br /> I straighten up and narrow my eyes at the princess. &quot;How long have you been standing there?&quot;<br /> &quot;How long have you been talking to her?&quot;<br /> I moan in annoyance. She&#039;s such a royal pain. &quot;Shouldn&#039;t you be asleep, Princess?&quot;<br /> She nods. &quot;I should. Too bad I don&#039;t want to.&quot;<br /> &quot;I don&#039;t have time for your games,&quot; I say sternly. &quot;I am supposed to be keeping you out of trouble, not getting involved with it myself.&quot; I sigh, rubbing my temples in frustration.<br /> The princess shrugs nonchalantly. &quot;I&#039;m just trying to give you relationship advice,&quot; she retorts. &quot;Seems like you&#039;re in desperate need of it.&quot;<br /> Clenching my jaw, I decide to give in to her games. &quot;Alright, I&#039;ll bite. What do you know about relationships?&quot;<br /> Princess Elena frowns and glares at me. &quot;First of all, what&#039;s that supposed to mean?&quot;<br /> &quot;What it means, Princess, is that you&#039;re young and have probably never been in a serious relationship. So what on earth makes you think your advice is worth anything to me?&quot; I ask through gritted teeth, glaring back at her.<br /> &quot;Seriously? You&#039;re only two years older than me. You need a serious reality check.&quot;<br /> &quot;Age isn&#039;t everything, Princess.&quot; I roll my eyes at her response. &quot;I&#039;ve been through things in my life that you could never even imagine. I grew up in a rough neighborhood and learned to take care of myself. You, on the other hand, have lived a sheltered, privileged life where everything has been handed to you on a silver platter. So don&#039;t you even dare try to compare us.&quot;<br /> For a moment, it seems like she&#039;s about to throw a fit. But then she smiles. She f*cking smiles.<br /> &quot;Respect. Anyway,&quot; she says, &quot;Blondie isn&#039;t good enough for you.&quot;<br /> I calm down and raise an eyebrow. &quot;Blondie? Do you mean Camille?&quot;<br /> &quot;Yeah, whatever her name is. She&#039;s clearly using you.&quot;<br /> A look of shock and pure confusion registers across my face in response to her words. &quot;Excuse me, what?&quot; I shout. &quot;What makes you think you have the slightest idea of my relationship with Camille? And furthermore, what gives you the right to insult and belittle her, especially when I happen to really care about her?&quot;<br /> &quot;Wow.&quot; Princess Elena clicks her tongue and runs a hand through her long, honey-brown hair. &quot;I pity you.&quot;<br /> At this point, I&#039;m absolutely livid inside. On the outside, I just glare at her. &quot;What did you just say?&quot; I ask, my voice dripping with warning.<br /> &quot;I pity you,&quot; the girl repeats. &quot;You&#039;re so blinded by your feelings for her that you don&#039;t even realize she&#039;s playing with you. She&#039;s using you because you&#039;re hot and have a good job.&quot;<br /> &quot;That&#039;s enough ou—wait a minute, did you just call me hot?&quot; I was about to speak my mind again, but her sudden and completely unprofessional comment threw me off guard.<br /> Princess Elena tilts her head up and arches an eyebrow. &quot;When did I say that?&quot; she asks, clearly playing dumb. Her faint grin is a dead giveaway.<br /> I glare at her once more, breathing in and out deeply, before engaging in conversation with her again. &quot;You&#039;re stalling. Go to bed.&quot;<br /> &quot;What happens if I don&#039;t listen to you?&quot; she queries, her smile widening.<br /> I start to grind my teeth together and shake my head in disbelief. How does someone this frustrating even exist?<br /> &quot;How about this? If you listen, I&#039;ll get you out of dinner with Prince Marco tomorrow.&quot;<br /> The girl&#039;s eyes light up in the dark, and she nods her head eagerly. &quot;Deal.&quot; The princess then scurries back to her room, looking very happy.<br /> Thank God. I watch closely as she goes back into her bedroom and shuts the door behind her. One thing&#039;s for sure: she&#039;s the most hated person. But if I&#039;m being honest?<br /> Her sassy personality is starting to intrigue me.

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