Prince's Possessive Bodyguard
looming danger
prince Elias(mc)
(flipping a dagger in his hands) You're staring, Rowan. Should I be flattered or concerned?
Rowan(ml)
(leaning against the window frame, arms crossed) Should you really be playing with that?
prince Elias(mc)
(grinning) "Why not? Its not as if there's much else to do. Or is my existence now a liability?
Rowan(ml)
Your existence isn’t the issue. It’s your inability to take anything seriously.
prince Elias(mc)
Ah, the lecture begins. Go on, it’s my favorite nightly routine.
The door creaks open. Lady Maris enters, her gaze sharp and calculating, followed by Orin, who lingers in the background like a shadow.
lady maris
Role: Maris is the kingdom's spymaster, a master manipulator who deals in secrets and shadows.
Personality: She is calm, calculating, and always one step ahead. Maris has a no-nonsense demeanor, often hiding her sharp intellect behind a composed, almost detached exterior. Her loyalty to the crown is unwavering, but her methods are unorthodox and ruthless when necessary.
orin(maris' apperentice)
Role: Orin is Maris’s apprentice, learning the intricate art of espionage under her guidance. He handles much of the fieldwork, blending into the common folk and gathering intelligence.
Personality: Orin is observant, quick-witted, and eager to prove himself, though he sometimes struggles with the moral ambiguity of his role. Unlike Maris, Orin wears his emotions more openly, which makes him relatable but also vulnerable. He is resourceful and skilled, but still rough around the edges.
lady maris
I hope I’m not interrupting something... productive.
Rowan(ml)
(straightening) Just the prince’s latest attempt to test my patience.
prince Elias(mc)
(sheathe the dagger, mockingly) And here I thought I was providing entertainment. Lady Maris, to what do we owe this unexpected delight?
lady maris
(unrolling a map onto the table) There’s movement. The faction hunting you has grown bolder. They’re closing in.
prince Elias(mc)
(suddenly serious) How close?
orin(maris' apperentice)
(pointing the map)two days, the palace is not safe for you.
Rowan(ml)
Then we move tonight.
lady maris
Not yet. If you move too soon, you’ll walk straight into them. We’ll need a distraction.
prince Elias(mc)
A distraction? Dare I ask who will be the bait?
lady maris
Leave that to me. Your job, Your Highness, is to stay alive. Let us handle the rest.
Elias falls silent, nodding begrudgingly. Maris and Orin exchange a few quiet words about their plan. Meanwhile, Elias’s attention shifts back to Rowan, who stands tense, his hand lingering near his sword.
prince Elias(mc)
(softly, leaning closer to Rowan) if you keep clenching your jaw like that, it might just shatter.
Rowan(ml)
(flicks a glance at him, exasperated) If it does, it will be your fault.
prince Elias(mc)
Try not to get yourself killed, Rowan. I might actually miss you.
Rowan(ml)
(a flicker of amusement) That’s the first sensible thing you’ve said all day.
The moment hangs between them, brief but meaningful. As the conversation shifts back to the grim reality of their situation, an unspoken understanding begins to form.
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