Chapter - 1

BRIDGET POV

" SPANK ME! MASTER, SPANK ME! "

I stifled a laugh at my bodyguard Booth’s face as Leather the

parrot squawked in his cage. The parrot’s name said all you

needed to know about its previous owner’s sex life, and while

some found him amusing, Booth did not. He hated birds. He said

they reminded him of giant flying rats.

“One day, he and Leather are going to get into it.” Emma, the

director of Wags & Whiskers, clucked her tongue. “Poor Booth.”

I

held back another laugh even as I felt a small pang in my

heart. “Probably not. Booth’s leaving soon.”

I

tried not to think about it. Booth had been with me for four

years, but he was leaving for paternity leave next week and

staying in Eldorra after to be closer to his wife and newborn. I was

happy for him, but I would miss him. He was not only my

bodyguard but a friend, and I could only hope his replacement and

I had the same rapport.

“Ah, yes, I forgot.” Emma’s face softened. She was in her early

sixties, with short, gray-streaked hair and warm brown eyes. “Lots

of changes for you in a short time, my dear.”

She knew how much I hated goodbyes.

I’d been volunteering at Wags & Whiskers, a local pet rescue

shelter, since my sophomore year of college, and Emma had

become a close friend and mentor. Unfortunately, she, too, was

leaving. She’d still be in Hazelburg, but she was retiring as the

shelter director, which meant I would no longer see her every

week.

“One of them doesn’t have to happen,” I said, only half-joking.

“You could stay.”

She shook her head. “I’ve run the shelter for almost a decade,

and it’s time for new blood. Someone who can clean the cages

without her back and hips acting up.”

“That’s what volunteers are for.” I gestured toward myself. I

was belaboring the point, but I couldn’t help it. Between Emma,

Booth, and my impending graduation from Thayer University,

where I was majoring in international relations—as expected of a

princess—I had enough goodbyes to last me for the next five

years.

“You are a sweetheart. Don’t tell the others, but…” She

lowered her voice to a conspiratorial whisper. “You’re my favorite

volunteer. It’s rare to find someone of your stature who does

charity because she wants to, not because she’s putting on a

show for the cameras.”

My cheeks tinted pink at the compliment. “It’s my pleasure. I

adore animals.” I took after my mother in that regard. It was one of

the few pieces of her I had left.

In another life, I would’ve been a veterinarian, but in this life?

My path had been laid out for me since before I was born.

“You would make a great queen.” Emma stepped aside to

allow a staff member with a wriggling puppy in his arms to pass.

“Truly.”

I laughed at the thought. “Thank you, but I have no interest in

being queen. Even if I did, the chances of me wearing the crown

are slim.”

As the princess of Eldorra, a small European kingdom, I came

closer to ruling than most people. My parents died when I was a

kid—my mother at childbirth, my father in a car accident a few

years later—so I was second in line to the throne. My brother

Nikolai, who was four years my senior, had been training to take

over for our grandfather King Edvard since he was old enough to

walk. Once Nikolai had children, I would be bumped further down

the line of succession, something I had zero complaints about. I

wanted to be queen as much as I wanted to bathe in a vat of acid.

Emma frowned in disappointment. “Ah, well, the sentiment is

the same.”

“Emma!” one of the other staff members called out. “We’ve got

a situation with the cats.”

She sighed. “It’s always the cats,” she muttered. “Anyway, I

wanted to tell you about my retirement before you heard it from

anyone else. I’ll still be here until the end of next week, so I’ll see

you on Tuesday.”

“Sounds good.” I hugged her goodbye and watched her rush

off to deal with a literal catfight, the pang in my chest growing.

I was glad Emma hadn’t told me about her retirement until the

end of my shift, or it would’ve been in my head the whole time.

“Are you ready, Your Highness?” Booth asked, clearly eager to

get away from Leather.

“Yes. Let’s go.”

“Yes, let’s go!” Leather squawked as we exited. “Spank me!”

My laugh finally broke free at Booth’s grimace. “I’ll miss you,

and so will Leather.” I stuffed my hands in my coat pockets to

protect them against the sharp autumn chill. “Tell me about the

new bodyguard. What’s he like?”

The leaves crunched beneath my boots as we walked toward

my off-campus house, which was only fifteen minutes away. I

adored fall and everything that came with it—the cozy clothes, the

riot of earthy colors on the trees, the hint of cinnamon and smoke

in the air.

In Athenberg, I wouldn’t be able to walk down the street

without getting mobbed, but that was the great thing about Thayer.

Its student population boasted so many royals and celebrity

offspring, a princess was no big deal. I could live my life like a

relatively normal college girl.

“I don’t know much about the new guard,” Booth admitted.

“He’s a contractor.”

My eyebrows shot up. “Really?”

The Crown sometimes hired private security contractors to

serve alongside the Royal Guard, but it was rare. In my twenty

one years, I’d never had a bodyguard who was a contractor.

for

“He’s supposed to be the best,” Booth said, mistaking my

surprise

wariness.

“Ex-Navy

SEAL,

top-notch

recommendations, experience guarding high-profile personalities.

He’s his company’s most sought-after professional.”

“Hmm.” An American guard. Interesting. “I do hope we get

along.”

When two people were around each other twenty-four-seven,

compatibility mattered. A lot. I knew people who hadn’t meshed

with their security details, and those arrangements never lasted

long.

“I’m sure you will. You’re easy to get along with, Your

Highness.”

“You’re only saying that because I’m your boss.”

Booth grinned. “Technically, the Director of the Royal Guard is

my boss.”

I

wagged a playful finger at him. “Backtalking already? I’m

disappointed.”

He laughed. Despite his insistence on calling me Your

Highness, we’d settled into a casual camaraderie over the years

that I appreciated. Excessive formality exhausted me.

We chatted about Booth’s impending fatherhood and move

back to Eldorra for the rest of our walk. He was near bursting with

pride over his unborn child, and I couldn’t help a small stab of

envy. I was nowhere near ready for marriage and kids, but I

wanted what Booth and his wife had.

Love. Passion. Choice. Things no amount of money could buy.

A sardonic smile touched my lips. No doubt I’d sound like an

ungrateful brat to anyone who could hear my thoughts. I could get

any material thing I desired with a snap of my fingers, and I was

whining about love.

But people were people, no matter their title, and some desires

were universal. Unfortunately, the ability to fulfill them was not.

Maybe I would fall in love with a prince who’d sweep me off my

feet, but I doubted it. Most likely, I’d end up in a boring, socially

acceptable marriage with a boring, socially acceptable man who

only had sex missionary style and vacationed in the same two

places every year.

I pushed the depressing thought aside. I had a long way to go

before I even thought about marriage, and I’d cross that bridge

when I got there.

My house came into sight, and my eyes latched onto the

unfamiliar black BMW idling in the driveway. I assumed it

belonged to my new bodyguard.

“He’s early.” Booth raised a surprised brow. “He’s not

supposed to arrive until five.”

“Punctuality is a good sign, I suppose.” Though half an hour

early might be overkill.

The car door opened, and a large black boot planted itself on

the driveway. A second later, the biggest man I’d ever seen in real

life unfolded himself from the front seat, and my mouth turned

bone dry.

Holy. Hotness.

My new bodyguard had to be at least six foot four, maybe even

six-five, with solid, sculpted muscle packed onto every inch of his

powerful frame. Longish black hair grazed his collar and fell over

one gunmetal-gray eye, and his legs were so long he ate up the

distance between us in three strides.

For someone so large, he moved with surprising stealth. If I

hadn’t been looking at him, I wouldn’t have noticed him approach

at all.

He stopped in front of me, and I swore my body tilted forward a

centimeter, unable to resist his gravitational pull. I was also

strangely tempted to run my hand through his thick dark locks.

Most veterans kept their hair military-style short even after leaving

the service, but clearly, he wasn’t one of them.

“Rhys Larsen.” His deep, gravelly voice rolled over me like a

velvety caress. Now that he was closer, I spotted a thin scar

slashing through his left eyebrow, adding a hint of menace to his

dark good looks. Stubble darkened his jaw, and a hint of a tattoo

peeked out from both sleeves of his shirt.

He was the opposite of the preppy, clean-shaven types I

usually went for, but that didn’t stop a swarm of butterflies from

taking flight in my stomach.

I was so flustered by their appearance I forgot to respond until

Booth let out a small cough.

“I’m Bridget. It’s nice to meet you.” I hoped neither man noticed

the flush creeping over my cheeks.

I

omitted the Princess title on purpose. It seemed too

pretentious for casual, one-on-one settings.

I

did, however, notice Rhys didn’t address me as Your

Highness the way Booth did. I didn’t mind—I’d been trying to get

Booth to call me by my first name for years—but it was another

sign my new guard would be nothing like my old one.

“You have to move.”

I blinked. “I beg your pardon?”

“Your house.” Rhys tilted his head toward my spacious but

cozy two-bedroom abode. “It’s a security nightmare. I don’t know

who signed off on the location, but you have to move.”

The butterflies screeched to a halt.

We’d met less than two minutes ago, and he was already

ordering me around like he was the boss. Who does he think he

is? “I’ve lived here for two years. I’ve never had an issue.”

“It only takes one time.”

“I’m not moving.” I punctuated my words with a sharpness I

rarely used, but Rhys’s condescending tone grated on my nerves.

Any attraction I’d felt toward him crumbled into ash, dying the

quickest death in my history with the opposite sex.

Not that it would’ve gone anywhere. He was, after all, my

bodyguard, but it would’ve been nice to have eye candy without

wanting to drop-kick him into the next century.

Men. They always ruined it by opening their mouths.

“You’re the security expert,” I added coolly. “Figure it out.”

Rhys glowered at me beneath thick, dark brows. I couldn’t

remember the last time anyone had glowered at me.

“Yes, Your Highness.” His inflection on the last two words

made a mockery of the title, and the embers of indignation in my

stomach stoked brighter.

I

opened my mouth to respond—with what, I wasn’t sure,

because he hadn’t been outright hostile—but Booth cut in before I

said something I would regret.

“Why don’t we go inside? It looks like it’s about to rain,” he said

quickly.

Rhys and I looked up. The clear blue sky winked back at us.

Booth cleared his throat. “You never know. Rain showers come

out of nowhere,” he muttered. “After you, Your Highness.”

We entered the house in silence.

I

shrugged off my coat and hung it on the brass tree by the

door before making another stab at civility. “Would you like

something to drink?”

Irritation still stabbed at me, but I hated confrontation, and I

didn’t want my relationship with my new bodyguard to start on

such a sour note.

“No.” Rhys scanned the living room, which I’d decorated in

shades of jade green and cream. A housekeeper came by twice a

month to deep clean, but I kept the place tidy myself for the most

part.

“Why don’t we get to know each other?” Booth said in a jovial,

too-loud voice. “Er, I mean you and Rhys, Your Highness. We can

talk needs, expectations, schedules…”

“Excellent idea.” I mustered a strained smile and gestured

Rhys toward the couch. “Please. Sit.”

For the next forty-five minutes, we ran through logistics for the

transition. Booth would remain my bodyguard until Monday, but

Rhys would shadow him until then so he could get a feel for how

things worked.

“This is all fine.” Rhys closed the file containing a detailed

breakdown of my class and weekly schedules, upcoming public

events, and expected travel. “Let me be frank, Princess Bridget.

You are not my first, nor will you be the last, royal I’ve guarded.

I’ve worked with Harper Security for five years, and I’ve never had

a client harmed while under my protection. Do you want to know

why?”

“Let me guess. Your dazzling charm stunned the would-be

attackers into complacency,” I said.

Booth choked out a laugh, which he quickly turned into a

cough.

Rhys’s mouth didn’t so much as twitch. Of course it didn’t. My

joke wasn’t Comedy Central worthy, but I imagined finding a

waterfall in the Sahara would be easier than finding a drop of

humor in that big, infuriatingly sculpted body.

“The reason is twofold,” Rhys said calmly, as if I hadn’t spoken

at all. “One, I do not become involved in my clients’ personal lives.

I am here to safeguard you from physical harm. That is all. I am

not here to be your friend, confidant, or anything else. This

ensures my judgment remains uncompromised. Two, my clients

understand the way things must work if they are to remain safe.”

“And how is that?” My polite smile carried a warning he either

didn’t notice or ignored.

“They do what I say, when I say it for anything security

related.” Rhys’s gray eyes locked onto mine. It was like staring at

an unyielding steel wall. “Understand, Your Highness?”

Forget love and passion. What I wanted most was to slap the

arrogant expression off his face and knee him in the family jewels

while I was at it.

I

pressed the pads of my fingers into my thighs and forced

myself to count to three before I responded.

When I spoke again, my voice was frigid enough to make

Antarctica look like a beach paradise. “Yes.” My smile sharpened.

“Luckily for us both, Mr. Larsen, I have no interest in being your

friend, confidant, or ‘anything else.’”

I didn’t bother dignifying the second part of his statement—the

one about me doing what he said, when he said it—with a

response. I wasn’t an idiot. I’d always heeded Booth’s security

advice, but I’d be damned if I fed into Rhys’s inflated sense of self.

“Good.” Rhys stood. I hated how tall he was. His presence

obliterated everything else in the vicinity until he was the only

thing I could focus on. “I’ll assess the house before we discuss

next steps, including upgrading your security system. Right now,

any teenager with access to YouTube tutorials can bypass the

alarm.” He shot me a disapproving glare before he disappeared

into the kitchen.

My jaw dropped. “He—you…” I sputtered, uncharacteristically

speechless. “Why, I never!” I turned to Booth, who was trying to

melt into the giant potted plant by the front door. “You’re not

leaving. I forbid it.”

Rhys could not be my bodyguard. I would murder him, and my

housekeeper would murder me for staining the carpet with blood.

“He probably has first-day jitters.” Booth looked as uncertain

as he sounded. “You’ll get along just fine after the, ah, transition

period, Your Highness.”

Perhaps…if we made it out of the transition period alive.

“You’re right.” I pressed my fingers to my temple and took a

deep breath. I can do this. I’d dealt with difficult people before. My

cousin Andreas was the spawn of Satan, and a British lord once

tried to grope me under the table at Monaco’s Rose Ball. He only

stopped after I “accidentally” stabbed his hand with a fork.

What was one surly bodyguard compared to entitled

aristocrats, nosy reporters, and evil family members?

Rhys returned. Surprise, surprise, his glower hadn’t melted.

“I’ve detected six security vulnerabilities we need to address

ASAP,” he said. “Let’s start with number one: the windows.”

“Which ones?” Stay calm. Stay reasonable.

“All of them.”

Booth covered his face with his hands while I contemplated

turning my hairpin into a murder weapon.

Rhys and I definitely weren’t making it out of the transition

alive.

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