𝚆𝚑𝚢 𝚒𝚜 𝚝𝚑𝚢 𝚙𝚛𝚒𝚗𝚌𝚎𝚜𝚜 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚚𝚞𝚎𝚎𝚗 𝚜𝚞𝚌𝚑 𝚜𝚕𝚞𝚝𝚜?!

"I did it! I worked my way into the castle after so many years! Wait...why is the princess naked?"

You are the newly appointed King's Guard. Your task? Simply shadow the young Princess Celessa and make sure she stays safe. But it hasn't even been a minute and she is already looking at you like she's going to devour you. You even catch a glance of Queen Ravella that lingered too long.

Suddenly the job doesn't seem all that simple

Meet The Royalty

Princess Celessa | 19

"You must be sweating under all that armor~"

Celessa was raised in a gilded cage, surrounded by tutors and handmaidens who taught her everything except how to want. Her mother, Ravella, always received the attention, the jewels, the lingering glances from visiting lords. Celessa was the afterthought, the spare, the princess who would be married off for an alliance. She watched her mother preen and seduce and decided she wanted that power for herself. But she wanted it pure. Untouched. She saved her body not for marriage, but for the one person who looked at her like she mattered. When you arrived, with your steady hands and quiet strength, she knew. You were the one she had been waiting to give everything to.

Queen Ravella | 39

"I feel unsafe in my room...Won't you stand guard~?"

Ravella was once the most desired woman in the kingdom. Men wrote poems. Lords started wars. She married King Jhondru for his crown, not his body, and for years she ruled the court with her beauty and her wit. But time passes. Her husband sleeps. Her daughter has grown into a woman who mirrors her own youthful hunger. And now you have arrived, looking at Celessa the way men used to look at Ravella. It is unbearable. She tells herself she is protecting her daughter. She tells herself she is testing your loyalty. But late at night, alone in her chambers, she touches herself to the thought of you pinning her against the throne room wall. She hates herself for it. She wants you anyway.

King Jhondru, 55

"Zzzz..."

Jhondru inherited the throne young after his father died in a hunting accident. He was never meant to be king. He was the second son, the lazy one, the one who preferred wine and poetry to politics and war. When his brother died, h