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Most of these options are only available in the Pro Version of the other Android Emulators

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There are a lot of options locating at the top and bottom menu, which can be used to shake the screen, take screenshot, set (fake) location, install apk files, copy files from Windows, change app resolution, modify CPU and Ram, etc. Then, the program will bring us to the Homescreen. Like using any Android device, you need to enter using some necessary information first before using it.Īt this step, we just need to choose the Language and enter our Google account! If you don’t have any Google account yes, it’s a must to register a new one at here. Step 3: You should see this Window immediately right after Signing in with your Google account. You can easily change the Language later after installing it.īecause the file you downloaded above is the standalone installer so you don’t need to download anything else. Currently Bluestacks supports up to 40 Languages. Step 2: Okay, after downloading, let’s start installing the emulator! Simply press at the Next button to install it. Intel Pentium 4 or later, AMD Athlon 64 or later.Just make sure your PC matches the minimum system requirements below! Currently you can use it on most Window versions: Windows XP SP3, Windows 7, Windows 8/8.1 and Windows 10. Step 1: Download Bluestacks for your Windows PC. How to play Clash Royale PC with Bluestacks Emulator

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I will take this down and write a new post once I have found any better software to play Clash Royale for PC. I recommend this software on Clash.World because it is much better than other ones.

Built-in Stream Feature (connected with Facebook and Twitch).

Custom resolutions, RAM, CPU Cores… for the emulator.

Perfect CPU/RAM thresholds make this program runs more effectively than other ones.

Designed to work with almost any computer/PC.

Multi-touch supporting keyboard, mouse and mouse-pad.

I strongly recommend using Bluestacks Emulator v3.0 to play Clash Royale PC because of: More over, a few days ago, Bluestacks finally released the version 3.0 of this fabulous Android emulator after several years in development. Also, we all can easily see how popular this software is! This is definitely the best emulator that you could find at the moment. Throughout the years, a bunch of Bluestacks versions were implemented, along with so many improvements. The public alpha version of Bluestacks was released in 2011. Maybe you don’t know, Bluestacks is one of the very first Android emulators. Why not Genymotion, MEMU or any other popular Android emulator? Now a lot of players would ask me why I recommend using Bluestacks.

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Headcannons it is :D

Starting with Queen:

She is a Clash of Clans goddess (look the game up if you don't know what it is)

She's responsible for making some of the most difficult Geometry Dash levels--again, look up the game if you SOMEHOW don't know what it is xP

Despite being a Windows XP computer, she can somehow change her own background theme in Hometown, causing anyone who sees it to get utterly confused and distressed

She cares for Noelle so much partly because she can sympathize with her on a level nobody else can

Going off the previous hc, I think she may have had a parent of hers die when she was young, assuming she had parents lol Idk

She secretly thinks Berdly's pretty cool despite all she did to him

She knows things about Kris, Susie, Berdly and ofc Noelle, partly because all of them have used her Lightner computer form at least a few times

Water wouldn't harm Queen, she's too OP for that

Queen didn't show up in Card Kingdom until she was in her early 20s, and likely didn't stay there for even a decade

Queen's in her early 30s by the time we meet her in-game, in my eyes 31-33

Now for Spade King, some might be the same as yours :>

Spade King didn't have the best parenting growing up and was always under heavy scrutiny/criticism, likely from a combination of anger issues and his parents having super high expectations

He hung out with the other kings but always felt like an outlier and felt left out, but never mentioned it to them. He never fully trusted them in terms of leadership skills and general competence

Spade King's parents either passed away or vanished somehow when he was a late teen and he had to learn how to be a ruler at a younger age. I personally think all the kings come from royal families, and Spade King's parents were the first to go. This forced Spade King to cooperate with the other, much older royals, which he did not like at all

C. Round was kinda Spade King's version of a family pet and one of the very few Darkners he actually enjoyed hanging out with as a child, and because of this he later let C. Round roam free as it pleased and never put any restrictions on it

Spade King absolutely hated Jevil even before Jevil went insane. I like to think Jevil went insane while all four kings were in charge, and before that often did acts for the kings' parents. Jevil would often target and tease Spade King when he was young, albeit in a silly and playful manner, but Spade King always held grudges against him for it

Seam is one of the very few Darkners Spade King respects, hence why Seam is just chillin' in their shop with no need to attack or imprison Kris & Susie in the first chapter. Spade King always liked Seam because Seam would often interact with him in a calm and compassionate manner when he was a child

Spade King always tried to make room for Lancer despite his very busy job, and was often the one who cooked for his son

Spade King knew how incompetent Rouxls Kaard acted but always believed Rouxls had tons of secret potential he was wasting away, hence why he promoted him to Duke of Puzzles in an attempt to get Rouxls to show his true colors, albeit it didn't work lol

Spade King mandated that all Rudinn Rangers wear visors to protect their faces so they don't accidentally hurt themselves with their longer knives, guards aren't really competent if they accidentally harm themselves all the time xP

One year for Halloween Spade King had Lancer dress up as a pumpkin while he himself dressed up as a blueberry, who says kings can't have a little fun sometimes?

Spade King's in his mid-to-late 30s in-game, likely around 34-37

Spade King is a coffee addict, Idc if you don't like coffee you have to admit the guy needs something to keep him functioning during the day

That is all :)

A LOT :DDDDD

Queenie my beloved

1. As someone who used to play that with certain hacks and cheats, she would absolutely spend hours attacking other clans and villages whenever she was bored. She'd like the Pekas and maybe the Archers

2. I will never forgive her for her crimes against my eyes and self esteem when it came to those levels.

3. Hehe she likes confusing people

4. AUGH FUUUUCK. Ok, this reminds me on the trans Noelle hc people have, and that with my own trans Queen hc, I can totally see queen maybe seeing a bit of herself in Noelle and wants to help her in many other things

5. Personally, my hc is that her parents were quite neglectful, not usually out of melisious intent, but because they didn't really understand how to take care of a child, but she always held them close to her heart, so despite everything, she would have still been really upset when this happened

6. BERDLY! Ngl, I always imagined that she wouldn't have minded spending more time with him, but because her objective required Noelle and not him, she kinda pushed him away in order to achieve her goal.

7. What has she seen in these guys search history

8. Thank god. Lancer would probably have done the water bucket above the door prank lmao

9. I always imagined darkners could travel between dark worlds, but I do see her not going to Card Kingdom until later, most likely due to a arranged marriage with King

10. That's actually pretty close to where I see her, but I tend to see her and King in a similar age, so personally I'd say between 35-40, but you're age seems more likely lmao

Now to Kingy :D

1. Abso-fucking-lutely. This man did not have a stable childhood which affected him with how he patented Lancer. Not even the previous monarchs liked his parents too much

2. I feel like he and the other king fought alot, both as kids and as adults. None of them fully trusted each other

3. Yeah, I imagin he was crowed between 17 or 18, so he was still very young and waa definitely not suitid to rule, epessilly along side monarchs he would have otherwise avoided. Not to mention they probably dismissed him since they were all older and experienced in ruling and didn't think he had any good input.

4. THATS SO CUUUTE!!! I can see baby king outside playing with c.round trying to teach him silly tricks and showing him off

5. Ngl, I see why you(and alot of other lol) think this, but personally, I like to think they were close. Historically, kings and jester were actually pretty close and the kings allowed jesters to do alot, so I like to implement that into dr.. it is fucked that he went after King when he was just a child. That is fucked and I understand why King held grudges (I would too lmao)

6. Lowkey, I love imaging that Seam is old as fuck and they often took care of baby king, sort of the same way Rouxls cares for Lancer, and he began referring Seam as a parental figure, sometimes accidently calling them "Mom" when he was tired

7. YES KING ALWAYS TRIED TO MAKE TIME FOR LANCER DESPITE HIS JOB IDC WHAT ANYONE ELSE SAYS HE LOVED HIS SON. Also hc king loves cooking for Lancer and always tried to cook himself, though it was rare considering he was usually busy

8. My man thought. Rouxls is definitely op but he's also pretty stupid when it comes to his powers and doesn't know how to use them to his full ability, despite the help and, let's be honest, threats from King, or hell, maybe even the other kings.

9. Now I'm just imaging the Rudinn Rangers out there fighting without any protection and the king are like "That's fine" while king flips his shit over their safety.

10. PUMPKIN LANCER AND BLUBERRY KING!!! King crying every time he sees Lancer in the costume because he's so god damn adorable. And King in a bluberry costume because fuck those people who think kings are always supposed to be serious and not have any fun

11. Absolutely. A chaotic son as well as a naturally chaotic kingdom and castle? He needs something to keep him going. This with his sweet tooth means he would Absolutely love mochas because of the added sugar and chocolate.

Oh boy this was long :'DDD

It was fun though :D

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Oh oh OH! I have been obsessed over my silly little guys and I need to get them OUT of my freaking System!!!!! Waaaaaaa!!!!

Okay okay so I'm making a little story and it's all about loss and war and change and the want to go back to some sort of "Normality". Like, how you can make your own normal, even through the chaos. Make a new better normal as long as you try and put the work into it..!

Oh it's so personal to me and it's been such a good outlet for my brain and AHH!! All of those good things and now I just want to show off the too many works of art I've made

Okay okay okay so first I need to go RAHHH about my main gay- I mean guy. (I should probably say now that none of the characters have names yet!! I want to wait a bit so I can give them names with meanings even though there's a chance I miiight not haha!) ANYWAY my deer boy oh how I love him so and his silly little egg shaped head I mean just!! Look at him!!! Ahh!!!

As you'll see soon all the other characters have alt outfits!!! He will soon too but I'm still working on them!!!!! I just finished his drawing for me to add outfits too not that long ago :]

He's got tons of baggage and trauma up his sleeve it's almost funny. Dead dad, dead mom, and he's searching for his lost sister who ends up dead anyway? Poor boy. But it's okay because all of that was caused by a war his soon to be boyfriends dad started wahaha!!

And here's a quick glance at his sister for a moment.. her design is very much subject to change! I think I might change her outfit a bit and tweak a few facial features :]

And now onto her little found family replacement basically! This goober of a computer head is new to emotions and the world. She's just trying to get by while making her own clashing outfits :D

She's still in a bunch of development (as is much of the rest of this world and story!) And at first I wasn't sure if I wanted to keep her! I'm still not sure.. a little worried she'll be in the way. But I imagine her as a sort of comedic relief character.. one that's silly but helps in the story in her own weird way!

Enough about her though.. We MUST talk about the Prince! Another gay who also has trauma! A dead mom, and unfortunately an alive dad who is NOT very supportive or kind in any sense of the word.

His mother was part of the royal DragonKin line (better name still in progress). A family history that arose from two ancient God like creatures, a Dragon and a Demoness, who gave birth to a child adorned with the twos features. As a gift to their kid, they made a whole new race based on his image. EXCEPT none shared his purple hue, for he was the only one allowed to adorn the color. As did his kin and their after. The more purple you are, the higher class you are basically.

MY that was alot and not even on the Prince theirself! He's very talented and well trained in many ways due to his father being a prick. He fights, plays piano, reads all sorts of books for his studies. A very jack of all trades character. Knows alot about what's going on, about war strategies, about why there's a war in the first place. He's a great foil for our main deer boy protagonist who knows NONE of that stuff.

And for a good little end point here's concept sketches for the Princes dad.. Though not true royalty, he's higher class since he was born into a noble knight family. One with high enough statis that once he became head of the gaurd, he was given the opportunity to marry the princess at the time :]

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Glitch in the Matrix: When Code Met Canvas and Made Pixels Pop

Alright, buckle up, internet denizens, because we’re diving into the wild, whacky, and pixel-poppin’ world of algorithmic art! 🎨💻 Imagine if Picasso and your favorite coding genius had a baby. That's right, it's not just a fever dream fueled by too many hours on Reddit; it's the reality of blending science education and art!

Let’s crash course this like we’re trying to binge-watch the entirety of "Stranger Things" overnight. Algorithmic art is like the love child of Star-Lord and a MacBook—super cool, slightly unpredictable, and absolutely out of this world. It’s where brainy meets artsy, where code curls up on the canvas, and something magical happens. If Hogwarts taught JavaScript instead of charms, you’d get the picture.

Picture this: coders and artists, or as I like to call them, "Cods" and "Arts," locked in a creative battle royale, Fortnite style. Each keystroke and brushstroke clashing and merging to spawn mind-bending visuals that could give Salvador Dali a run for his money. It’s not just art; it’s art with an agenda, bending algorithms like they're spoon-bending at a Matrix-themed party.

Now, let's zoom into the 'how' like we’re on a TikTok discovery mission. Ever seen those mesmerizing GIFs that keep you hypnotized while you pretend to work? That’s algorithmic art. It’s made using computational algorithms—think of them as recipes, but instead of whipping up avocado toast, you’re cooking up visual feasts that can trick the eye and tickle the brain.

Here’s where it gets cooler than a polar bear in sunglasses playing ice hockey. These artsy coders use loops, logic, and a lot of what I call "controlled chaos" to generate patterns that can mimic nature, or go completely rogue, creating visuals that look like your screen just had a rave in a pixel factory. It’s like watching "Inception" on your desktop; you know it’s not real, but dang, does it look mind-blowing!

Let’s pull a #throwback moment and talk fractals. Remember those? They’re not just for your math geek buddies anymore. In algorithmic art, they become the backbone of some seriously trippy imagery. It’s like taking a zoom lens into a kaleidoscope. Each zoom reveals more detail, in a never-ending, ever-evolving image that’s more layered than the Marvel Cinematic Universe.

And oh, the colors! Imagine if the whole Crayola box got dumped into a coding compiler. The results are more vibrant than a K-pop band’s wardrobe during comeback season. These aren’t just any visuals; they’re visuals that strut down your optic nerves like a runway model, turning your gray matter into their personal disco.

Applications? You bet there are applications! From fashion where designs are generated by AI that knows more about color theory than Van Gogh, to architecture that looks like it was dreamt up during a particularly bizarre cheese dream—algorithmic art is there, making the mundane magical.

It’s not just for the 'gram, though. This blend of science education and art teaches critical thinking, complex problem-solving, and yes, even a bit of aesthetics. It’s like your brain’s doing leg day, but for coding and creativity. And the outcome? A more innovative, visually literate generation that thinks in code and dreams in color.

In the classroom, imagine this scenario: instead of snoozing through a lecture that's dryer than British humor, students are coding up storms, creating art that’s as expressive as their last Tweetstorm. Educators are like, “Forget monologues; let’s monochrome!” as they guide students through the labyrinth of programming languages, each line of code a brushstroke on a digital canvas.

Now, let’s get existential for a sec. What does it all mean? In the grand scheme of things, algorithmic art is more than just a quirky crossover episode between Silicon Valley and the Louvre. It’s a signpost for where we’re headed—towards a world where creativity is not bound by traditional mediums. It’s messy, it’s beautiful, and it’s a little bit out of control, kind of like your favorite meme.

So next time you see a piece of algorithmic art, tip your imaginary hat to the coders and artists—the architects of this mad, mad digital world. And remember, in the age of algorithmic art, everyone’s a bit of an artist, and life, dear netizens, is your canvas. So go forth, create, code, and for goodness' sake, keep it weird. Because normal was never this much fun. 🎨💾🚀

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7 Best Free Games To Play With Friends: Awesome Games To Keep You Entertained

Having a game night with friends is a lot of fun no matter how close you are to them.

Fun isn’t just for kids. According to studies, playing online games as an adult can do everything from reduce stress to improve general well-being, which is something we all need on a regular basis.

The number of free online games that you can play with friends is rapidly expanding, and they range from challenging strategy games to hilarious battle royales.

Playing these best online games to play with friends is a great way to stay in touch with loved ones. 

Speaking of online games, if you’re looking for a fun way to spend time with your friends and make some extra cash on the side, you can even consider playing online games earn money that allows you to earn money easily.

We’ve listed the games to suit everyone’s tastes thanks to the enormous selection of games available, including action, strategy, and team-oriented games. You can even use their sites to play online games.

Let’s go over some of the best free games to play with friends that you should try. You and your clan will have a lot of fun by playing these best free online games together.

7 Best Free Games To Play With Friends

PUBG: Battlegrounds

Platform(s): PC, PS5, PS4, Xbox Series X & S, Xbox One, iOS, Android

Everyone knows this game. One of the super best free games to play with friends.

When it comes to the contemporary iteration of battle royale games, PUBG is as traditional as they come.

Up to 100 players descend from the sky and scramble about looking for better gear.

Long-range combat is encouraged by a large map and plenty of open space, which is advantageous for proficient snipers. Being exposed in the open will always result in failure.

It takes skill and cunning, or a really good hiding place, to survive a match. 

Shades of tan and green will give you the best chance of remaining undetected in PUBG because it maintains a slightly more realistic aesthetic than the majority of other battle royale games.

Fortnite:

Platform(s): PC, PS5, PS4, Switch, Xbox Series X & S, Xbox One, iOS, Android

Epic’s family-friendly battle royale game continues to draw in millions of daily active users. 

Fortnite is one of the best online multiplayer games to play with friends.

The game offers dozens of challenges for players to take on and overcome, while some players concentrate on winning their next Victory Royale.

As a result of frequent map updates, the game “continues to evolve,” according to Tripleclix founder and gaming expert Chris Erb.

Gamers of all ages enjoy the cartoon graphics, he continues, “but keep in mind that you do use guns to shoot other players in the game.”

Fortnite is an online multiplayer games PC free, it is also available on Xbox One, PC, Switch, PS4 and mobile.

Minecraft:

Platform(s): iOS, Android

Who doesn’t know this game? This is one of the most popular and best free games to play with friends.

This is what Erb refers to as “the ultimate collaboration,” and he adds that the well-known online game experienced a comeback last year and keeps gaining popularity with each new generation of gamers.

Up to eight friends can sign up for an online game on different computers where they can build whatever they can think of in the creative mode or test their endurance in the survival mode.

Children often develop into budding construction engineers thanks to Minecraft’s building mechanics.

On Xbox One, PC, Switch, PS4, and mobile, players of all ages can play Minecraft.

Brawl Stars:

Platform(s): iOS, Android

If you’ve played clash royale and clash of clans then you might know this game which is one of the best online games to play with friends because this comes from the same developer – SuperCell.

As it is free on both iOS and Android phones, Brawl Stars comes under the best games to play with friends online while you’re on the go like when you’re waiting for public transportation and anywhere.

Each match in Brawl Stars can last up to five minutes, making it possible to play a quick game before a lecture or during a break.

You can’t make money from this game.

However, if you’re looking to play free online games to earn money, you might want to check out some of the popular online gaming platforms that offer opportunities to win cash prizes while having fun.

Roblox:

Platform(s): PC, Xbox One, iOS, Android

If you don’t know about Roblox then it’s the best online multiplayer games to play with friends.

Roblox can be anything the user wants it to be because of its simple user creation tools. Except for your imagination, there are almost no restrictions.

A spooky horror game can be followed by a first-person shooter with unexpected depth. Some users have even progressed to copying expensive games like PUBG: PlayerUnknown’s Battlegrounds.

Even though Roblox has a reputation for being a “kids” game, it has a lot to offer players of all ages that they can really sink some time into.

Brawlhalla:

Platform(s): PC, PS4, Switch, Xbox One, iOS, Android

A simplified version of Super Smash Bros with historical soldiers replacing Nintendo’s most iconic characters. Brawlhalla is another that comes under our list of best online games to play with friends.

That’s not a criticism of the game, though, as both features are huge draws for players who want to engage in frantic competitive matches with local friends or players from around the world.

Take to the 2D arena in 8-player frantic combat after selecting your individual Legend from a vast roster of unlockable fighters drawn from various historical eras, mythologies, and even some video games, movies, and TV shows.

Brawlhalla is a visual treat with a lot to offer, and you don’t even need money to play to the fullest.

Valorant:

Platform(s): PC

If you’re a pc game lover and haven’t come across this game then trust us this is the far best awesome online multiplayer games pc free.

Valorant is the best online multiplayer game to play with friends.

In Valorant, players enter matches as one of 19 agents and engage in seven different game types of brutal combat. 

The variety of Agents and game modes, such as Snowball Fight and Replication, keep the experience fresh in a sea of free first-person shooters even though it is all fairly standard.

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Rather than check a global setting to allow installation from unknown sources, you’ll be prompted to allow your browser or file manager to install APKs the first time you attempt to do so.

Newer versions of Android do things a little differently.

Go to Menu > Settings > Security > and check Unknown Sources to allow your phone to install apps from sources other than the Google Play Store.

Before you can install it on your phone you will need to make sure that third-party apps are allowed on your device.

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Challenge your Clanmates and friends to a private duel.

Form a Clan to share cards and build your very own battle community.

Progress through multiple Arenas all the way to the top.

Construct your ultimate Battle Deck to defeat your opponents.

Destroy opponent’s towers and win Crowns to earn epic Crown chestsīuild and upgrade your card collection with the Clash Royale Family along with dozens of your favorite Clash troops, spells and defenses.

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The only thing to keep in mind is that choose your emulator wisely, if it is faulty or bogus it might cause some problems. But if any illegal activity is detected by Supercell, then your account will be banned. It is safe if you don’t do anything illegal in the game using this emulator. The reason being is that Supercell has not officially announced this game for PC’s so you need to follow this method only.

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No, if you want to play Clash Royale on your PC then you must have an android emulator. Is there any other way to download this game? The only difference will be, if your PC does not have a touch screen, you’ll have to use your trackpad for the controls. Playing this game will be the same as playing on your mobile. Step-16: After the downloading is completed click on open.

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Step-15: Click on the install button and it’ll start downloading. Click on the top right corner on the search icon Step-13: The app you clicked on will appear. Step-11: Then another dialogue box will appear, click on the play store. Step-10: A dialogue box will appear, so click on allow. Step-9: Click on any of the available apps to access the play store. Step-8: After that click on the app center. Step-7: Enter your google account details. Step-5: After the loading completes, click on google play. Step-4: Click on Install and after that you will get an interface of android when the loading is over. Step-3: After it’s downloaded, install it. Step-2: Click on the download button and download it. Step-1: Open the browser on your PC and go to the emulator you want to download.

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One of the best emulators are Nox Player and bluestacks.įollow the steps below for a more detailed view on how to do it easily and safely.

Choose a compatible android emulator for your PC.

Windows 7/8/10 are capable of running emulators.

You should have a PC which supports android emulators.

In this case we will be using an Android Emulator, which will have an interface and work like an android phone or tablet. In any case you can follow it.Īs there is no PC version of Clash Royale, you need to play this game through an emulator. The issue can also be that the game doesn’t run on your mobile phone. It maybe because you like playing on a bigger screen or your mobile phone doesn’t have enough space or you want to make it multi-platform for yourself. There can be multiple reasons for playing on your computer. If you want to play on PC then follow this article. But unfortunately, PC players are not able to play it as these games are not launched on PC. Players from both platforms can play cross matches too. After entering the game, these cards will appear in your hand in a random form. Players can arrange their own cards and bring up to eight cards into the game before each game starts. These games are available on all mobile devices and tablets, whether IOS or Android. Clash Royale Online is an online game and 55.13 of 415 players like the game. I would avoid any so-called PC versions out there right now as it is likely to be a fake or worse.Supercell is famous for their mobile games Clash of Clans and Clash Royale. Even though there are dozens of websites out there purporting to offer that very thing, this is purely a mobile game. PC versions of Clash RoyaleĪs far as I know, there is no official PC version of Clash Royale. Google is your friend there, just watch your sources.

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If you use ARChon, you may have to download the APK file for Clash Royale to get it working. Just perform the same steps above in Andy to play the game. ARChon is a Chrome extension that lets you run Android APKs from within the browser.

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Andy is a full emulator that works just like Bluestacks. Bluestacks isn’t free and costs a couple of dollars a month to use so if you would prefer a free version, try Andy or ARChon. Bluestacks works exactly the same way.īluestacks is a very reliable Android emulator but there are others that do the same job if you prefer. Install Clash Royale as you normally would on your phone.Access the Play Store from within Bluestacks and search for Clash Royale.Download and install Bluestacks onto your PC.It is a reasonable download, installs quickly, doesn’t use too many resources and doesn’t interfere with other applications. To get it working on your computer you will need a mobile emulator. The game arenas are designed for portrait format so don’t expect full screen, but the larger screen may work better for some players. Even though Clash Royale is a mobile game, you can play it on a PC.

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MIND GAMES - ONE

Summary: You arrive at your new home. Steve is a blank canvas.  

Pairing: Steve Rogers x (Female!)reader

Warnings: none (so far)

Note: Had to reupload cause instead of editing I accidentally deleted it.

Raindrops, heavy and loud against the window beside your head, clash against and glide down the glass in messy, squiggly lines. The title of the song playing on the radio, ‘Soft like Rain’, fits the scene almost perfectly. Almost, because the rain that pitter-patters against the fogged-up window isn’t very soft in nature. In fact, the droplets come down so hard they bang against the roof of the car, its sound almost entirely overtaking the mellow tones of jazzy piano and drums in the background. The lines obscure your vision of Times Square, lights from the streets blown out and blurred to look like colorful stars and wicked shapes in the darkness.

I hope I made the right decision.

Your breath further fogs up the glass when you sigh audibly. A pair of dark eyes can be found eyeing you carefully through the rearview mirror when you sink further down into your seat. They offer you a hint of concern, of uncertainty. Nick Fury doesn’t know whether you’ll be okay or not. He can’t tell just yet, but the glimmer of hope he feels inside tugging at his heartstrings motivates him to give you a shot.

“We’re almost there,” his voice is quiet and deep when he speaks for the first time since picking you up from the airport, “just a few more miles.”

Of course I made the right decision. I always do. When have I ever fucked up?

You nod in response without checking to see if he’s looking at you through the mirror again because he undoubtedly is. After all, it’s all he’s been doing for the last hour. If you were to study the look in his eyes or his inner monologue just a little longer, you’d find out he’s scared. Nick Fury is afraid, both of you and for you, and he doesn’t like it because Nick Fury doesn’t get scared. He’s seen so much, experienced so many horrors in his time that he genuinely didn’t think anything could frighten him any more. Past tense, because the you’ve clearly made him change his mind.

This could be the best thing I ever did, or the worst. Can’t wait to find out which one it is. Cap better not fuck this one up.

There are so many questions you want to ask, but the voice in his head is loud in such a confined space, and nothing appropriate comes to mind. All you can pay attention to is the rumbling of the engine and the occasional ambulance rushing by somewhere in the distance. In the meantime, the song on the radio changes and morphs into something that sounds more melancholic.

When the two of you finally pull up to the compound, the rain has mostly stopped. It’s only drizzling now, tiny drops tickle your face while you brush strands of dampened hair from your forehead. A chill runs along your spine when a gust of wind blows through your open jacket, and you immediately zip it up for extra warmth.

You quickly scan the building, breath hitching in your throat when you notice its sheer size. It’s huge, much larger than where you used to reside, and the bright blue Avengers logo on the front causes your heart to beat a little faster. Seeing that logo makes it real, you think. You’re not so sure if this is the right place to be, but you don’t believe you have a better option. Either way, you told yourself you wouldn’t fuck this one up, and you have no intention to break this promise. This is home now, or at least it will be for a little while, and as intimidating as it is, you’ll have to make it work.

You can adapt, you’ve done it before. Hell, you’ve done it more times than you can remember. It’s extremely easy to make the people around you feel at ease in your presence when you can literally read every single thought they’ve ever had.

“I’ve assigned you to our best agent. He’s going to accompany you wherever you go to keep you safe. You cannot, under any circumstance, leave the building without him. You will listen to him and do what he tells you to do because it’s in your best interest. If you need anything, ask him, and he will provide. Do not tell anyone private information. If you need to vent, tell him,” Fury pauses, waits for you to nod, “no phones, no computers and especially no social media allowed under any circumstances. We need to figure out how much they know first. Don’t worry, we got Tony and Banner on that one.”

Did I get it all? I’m getting too old for this shit.

He watches you intently while you have to stop yourself from chuckling, “Got it?”

You nod.

“I need a verbal confirmation,” he grumbles, sounding annoyed by his own protocol.

“Yes,” you mumble against the whistling wind, “I understand.”

“Good. Let’s get moving, then.”

The opulent, open design of the ground floor greets you warmly when you walk in. Your boots, black and caked with mud, make streaks of brown along the white linoleum with each step you take and creak beneath your feet when you force yourself to move slowly forward. Fury watches your gaze flickering across the entrance and motions for you to follow him to the elevators, which you do silently.

A look of disapproval follows when he notices the trail of mud you’re leaving behind, but he doesn’t say anything. It won’t do him any good to verbalize his annoyance, because you’ve already picked up on it. Still, you drag your feet in an attempt to make him think you aren’t listening.

“Gym is in the basement,” he comments after watching you eye all the buttons inside the elevator, “roof is a terrace and pad for the Quinjets. There’s a penthouse underneath you’ll see soon enough.”

You raise a brow, and to your surprise, he chuckles, “Christmas party.”

“All the other floors include a lab, living quarters, conference rooms with workspaces, IT, a weaponry and gear storage. There’s a training room attached to the building that offers simulations. The building has a common kitchen and living room, a game room, a movie theatre and some other crap. Steve will show you when he has time.”

Your voice is dry and hoarse when you speak, “Steve?”

The elevator comes to a halt on the fifth floor, and before Fury has time to reply, the doors open to reveal a tall, blonde man in the opening. His arms, broad and encased in royal blue wool, are crossed over his chest. He has a stern expression on his face and a deep crease in his brow until he sees you and Fury, standing so far apart both of you are nearly hugging the mirrors on the walls. Fury has some of the loudest thoughts you’ve ever heard, and being stuck in a tiny box doesn’t do the volume any favors.

A glimmer of amusement is evident in his light blue eyes when you get out of the elevator. You look awkwardly at Fury, who’s making no move to follow you into the hallway, leaving you standing with one foot in the hall and one still in the elevator.

“Steve,” Fury says with a nod of his head towards the stranger, “is the agent you’re assigned to. He’s the captain of the team. I’d love to stay and chat, but you know how it is. Things to do, people to see… Keep me posted, Cap. I’ll be back soon for updates.”

He nudges you softly until you fully exit the elevator, and wastes no time pressing the button that will lead him back down to the ground floor. The heaviness of Nick Fury’s presence and the loudness of his inner monologue disappears with him when he leaves. It’s not until the doors close behind you that you feel like you can finally breathe again.

You turn to the man in front of you when you notice how quiet it’s become, and you subconsciously tilt your head to the side when instead of a constant stream of low mumbling and whispering, you hear nothing at all.

Steve raises a brow when he notices the way you’re looking at him. The soft expression on his face falters just a moment, but he recovers quickly, deciding not to allow his concern to show for now.  

“Hey,” he says “I’m Steve Rogers, captain of the team.”

It takes you a while to reply because you’re so focused on listening for his inner voice that you don’t even notice his rosy lips moving.

You swallow down a stream of curses in a variety of languages and force yourself to stand up straight when you realize he’s waiting for you to say something. What the fuck is going on, you think to yourself while you plaster a smile on your face.

“Yeah, I’ve heard a lot about you. I’m Y/N,” you reply politely, “nice to meet you.”

“I hope Fury didn’t intimidate you too much,” Steve says with a chuckle, “the first conversation I had with him scared the hell out of me. To be fair, I did think I was still in the 40s.”

You bite your lip and shake your head, grip on the straps of your backpack tightening until your knuckles turn white. You’re glad he doesn’t extend his hand for you to shake. You assume he contemplated it.  Don’t know for sure though, because it’s still quiet up there in his skull. Does this guy even think at all?

“Come on, let me show you to your room.”

Your footsteps echo against the walls when the two of you silently cross the hallway. In total, you count a number of six doors. You tip your chin up when you reach the end and take a moment to study the man’s appearance while he points to the door on the right. He’s even taller and broader than you imagined him to be when Fury pictured him in his mind for you to see. If the upward curl of his lips wasn’t so genuine and soft, you would have been terrified of how big he is.

“This is mine,” he says, “I’m right across the hall if you need anything. This is yours. Usually, the doors open with fingerprint recognition, but you have a key. Nobody else has a copy except for me, for safety reasons. I’m obligated to tell you that you aren’t allowed to make any more copies.”

“Wasn’t going to,” you reply quickly.

He pulls a short, silver key from his back pocket and places it gently in your open, shaky palm. He notices your fingers are shaky when you fumble with the lock and smiles again in an attempt to make you feel more at ease. It’s almost like he can read your mind instead of the other way around. That stupid smile pisses you off.

“You have your own private bathroom,” Steve explains while he follows you inside, “Fury told us you don’t own much, so I asked Natasha to get you some clothes. We can go out and buy you some more if you want, just let me know. Feel free to decorate the place however you want.”

“Natasha?” you ask while looking around.

“The best spy we have. You’ll get along just fine, I’m sure. Anyway, I’ll leave you to get settled for now. Don’t hesitate to knock on my door at any time, okay? I’m not supposed to leave for another mission for a few weeks until you get situated. We can explore the compound tomorrow if you’re up for it. Maybe you can meet some of the other team members while we’re at it. No pressure.”

“Thanks,” you swallow thickly, “Steve.”

“You’re safe here,” he presses, “don’t forget that.”

For a brief moment, you wonder how much he really knows. You knowFury’s told him and Tony a watered-down version of what you’ve told him, but the kindness in his voice allows you to believe he hasn’t heard much. Still, you try to enter his brain and find out yourself, but once again you come up with nothing.

You exhale loudly after Steve leaves and take a moment to look around the room you’re now supposed to call yours. It doesn’t feel like it belongs to you, not yet anyway, and you wonder how long it will take before you find yourself succumbing to a new routine.

You take a shower to warm your bones and wash your hair with the shampoo and conditioner that smell like papaya. The towel you use to dry off is too fluffy for your liking, and a look in the mirror reveals dark circles and sunken in cheeks. It’s fine, you think. You haven’t recognized yourself in years.

Your backpack finds its way onto the bed, which is big enough for at least three people to sleep in. You follow shortly after, arms spread wide across the silky, forest green sheets until you sink down so far they almost wholly envelop you. Your hair is sprawled messily across the pillows. They smell like lavender and fresh cotton, and the scent is so relaxing and calming that within just several minutes of staring up at the ceiling, you drift off into a dreamless sleep.

When you wake up in a cold sweat several hours later, your hands are curled tightly in small fists around the silk sheets that cling to your legs. It’s hot in your room even though the chills along your arms would suggest otherwise, and your eyes frantically scan the shadows that seem to momentarily engulf you. It takes a while for your eyes to adjust to the darkness, and while you lie there in the dark, for several minutes, the only thing you can see is the vague outline of the face of a man.

As images from the dream you’ve just woken up from begin to fade, your heartrate slows down enough for you to remember where you are. You push the covers away from you and get up out of bed. You consider making a trip to the kitchen to get yourself something to eat, but you have no clue where the kitchen is located. Irritation pricks at your skin when your stomach rumbles loudly in the deafening silence, and five seconds later you’re stomping through the hallway with one goal in mind; to find something to eat.

The memory of Fury pointing out which floors of the building contain which rooms replays in your mind while you speedwalk through the hallway. You try to make a mental map of the compound for future reference just as you round the first corner, and in your state of tiredness and annoyance fueled by hunger, you don’t have time to realize Steve Rogers is on the other side of that corner.

Before he slams into you chest-first, his arms stretch out in front of him out of reflex. He grabs onto your shoulders and holds you steady while the both of you inhale sharply. Your head shoots up to meet his gaze, and he quickly releases his grip. What are the odds?

“Jesus Christ,” you gasp, “I didn’t see you.”

You didn’t hear him. That’s what you really want to say, but it wouldn’t make sense.

“I can tell,” he replies, “What are you doing awake?”

He’s tired, you can tell by the raspiness of his voice and the droopiness of his eyes, but he’s trying to hide his exhaustion by showing concern.

“I’m not trying to bail,” you cross your arms, “if that’s what you think.”

“I didn’t say that,” he replies, “didn’t think it, either.”

I wouldn’t know, you think. 

You take a step back to study his face for a moment, unaware that you haven’t answered his question. When the silence between the two of you becomes nearly unbearably heavy, you finally speak up.

Your cheeks heat up, and you swallow thickly, “I was hungry.”

“Damn it,” he mutters under his breath, “of course. I’m so sorry, I should’ve given you something to eat. The kitchen’s all the way at the end of the hall, on the right. Fridge should be stocked. I think there might be some leftovers, if Sam hasn’t eaten them already. I gotta go, see you in the morning.”

As you watch him walk away in the opposite direction, you can’t help but wonder what the rush is all about. Perhaps he’s really eager to get back in bed, you muse, although you doubt that’s the real reason why he’s speedwalking away from his room in the middle of the night.

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“Allfather,” Loki bowed to Odin before turning to Frigga and doing the same. “Allmother, thank you for joining us for this momentous occasion.”  

“It is a great day for Jotunheim.” Odin declared though he looked warily at his daughter to see if she had been better treated since his last seeing her. Frigga had informed him that Ella looked healthy and happy when they spoke together but he did not fully believe it. She had put on a facade in the time up to her health scare, she could very easily do so again. But seeing her smile brightly, if not slightly apprehensively at them, there was no denying that she was indeed healthy again. If anything, he noted she seemed a little weightier than before, though he would never state such aloud, he always maintained she could do with a little more weight, especially after she got sick as a child. He wanted to be less formal, to speak with her but this was not the time. “It seems like life is developing well since the Casket’s return, a great success.”

Loki, Ella and many others gathered on the Jotnar side gritted their teeth with regards his comments on the Casket, all thinking the same with regards to him taking it in the first place.” “Jotunheim has never seen prosperity like it. The food is plenty, the many are healthy and the population is about to see an explosion like never before,” Ella beamed. “And with Loki’s rule, it will be even better.” The confident look she gave him and his smile in return startled the Aesir royals to the point of silence. In her talks with her mother, Ella rarely spoke on Loki in any manner, much less one to suggest to her mother that she thought so well of Loki. 

Odin was the first to find his voice again and cleared his throat which in turn, broke the peculiar feeling in the group gathered. “Good, the realm deserves a fresh start.” 

With the formalities completed, everyone headed to the palace. The Jotnar they met on route glanced at the Aesir party with intrigue yet not overly concerned. The Aesir mate to their soon-to-be king had caused many who had been wary before to trust the Aesir slightly more and with Loki’s coronation, they knew this was a necessary evil to host the Allfather once more. 

When they made it to the palace, Ella led them to their rooms with Loki by her side. As soon as all but her brother, his friends and her parents were gone, she walked over to her father and placed her hand beneath his own on Gungnir. “If I may be so bold, I need to borrow this for five minutes.” 

Odin frowned at his daughter. He had not even spoken directly to her since their arrival and she had not explained why she would require one of the most powerful weapons in all of the realms but the pleading yet confident look on her face told him that she felt whatever she planned required it greatly enough to ask. With a slight nod, he relinquished his grip on it and watched as she rushed off, Loki looking at her with confusion on his face as she left. When the young Jotnar noticed the Aesir royals looking at him in bewilderment, all he could do was try to express that he too was oblivious to what his mate was doing. 

Three minutes later, Býleistr walked past them looking terrified. A moment later Helbindi and Greta walked into the hall, both seeing the confused royals gathered in the hallway, both looking equal parts in awe and somewhat scared. 

“What did she do?” Loki half winced, not sure what they were going to say. 

Helbindi grinned. “Did you ask her about the space issue?” Loki nodded. “Well, it is dealt with.”

“What?” Loki cocked his head. 

“She’s after dealing with our space issue,” Helbindi repeated. 

“How?” “No idea. She used some golden stick and her seidr to do it.”

“That’s not a stick, that is Gungnir,” Odin growled, displeased that anyone would disrespect his powerful weapon in such a manner. 

“Gung...I thought only the Allfather could use that?” Helbindi looked to Loki in confusion. 

“Why do you seem surprised?” Loki chuckled. “Ella does as she sees fit, even powerful magical weapons know better than to argue with her.” He threw his eyes up playfully as he said so. 

Barely a moment later, Ella walked through the hall once more, looking proud of herself, Gungnir in her hand. When she got to her father, she smirked and handed him back the staff. “Thank you.” 

“That suits you far too well,” Odin commented to his daughter as he took back Gungnir. He used his seidr to read the magic that the staff had recently worked with to see what she had done. When he sensed it, he studied his daughter’s face, startled by the smirk on it. “How?” “You limit your abilities too much, Father, by your choice not to expand them.” She walked over to Loki who looked curiously at her. “The space issue is rectified.” “So ‘Bind said but how?” 

“I may have tripled the palace.” “I’m sorry, you what?” Loki could not comprehend what she was saying. 

“I used Gungnir to magnify my seidr and simply made the palace bigger. We needed more rooms, I made it that the living areas of the palace are now copied a few extra times so we can house all those who wish to be here. I also used it to make the areas habitable to those arriving. The last thing we need is frozen Light Elves.” 

Loki could not think of an answer worthy of the statement. When he mentioned his concerns to Ella, she smiled and promised to rectify it. When he asked her how she planned to do so, she merely smiled and repeated that she would do so and not worry about it any more. Seeing her do so in less than the time it took to get to the throne room, he found himself wondering how he could ever have thought her to be dim-witted when he first met her. “Always finding solutions.” He smiled kindly at her. 

“What would you do without me?” She smiled before looking over at her parents and brother who clearly were uncertain as to what to say with regards to their daughter’s clearly altered situation. Thor knew that Loki had developed from the arrogant being that he had seen for the wedding, even speaking to him when he came for their assistance but seeing now that it seemed to even have grown more intrigued him slightly, especially because Ella seemed different. She seemed a lot more open, something he had not been used to on Asgard. To him, she was always an annoying prankster at worst or disinterested in him and his friends at best. She never seemed to do anything but stand and listen to court or speak almost stoically with friends. Now, she seemed so much more outgoing and confident. 

“I think we best get settled.” Frigga turned to Odin, who clearly was weary, though no one would admit to such out loud, especially Odin himself. 

“Yes, when you do so, Loki and I must speak more with you,” Ella stated. Her parents stared at her worriedly. “Yes, we are nulling the marriage and I am taking the veil.” Each word dripped with adequate sarcasm befitting her deadpan tone and facial expression. “Surprise.” 

“I thought you had matured, I was getting worried.” Thor scoffed. 

“And be boring? Perish the thought.” Ella shuddered. “Go get settled. We will ensure everything is as it needs to be here and then we will speak more.” She bowed slightly. “Until then, I am getting something to eat.” With that, she walked off. 

Helbindi scoffed slightly before encouraging Greta to back to their rooms to rest. Her heat had settled and she was currently waiting to see if she had become pregnant anxiously while also assisting with the coronation with the other female mates. Helbindi was forced to deal with other matters meaning he only say her for small parts of the day but was adamant that she rest adequately. 

Loki looked after his mate for a moment before looking at her bemused parents. “I best alert my father than all are here.” “Where is Laufey?” Odin asked. 

“Resting, I fear. His health continues to waiver so he must rest more often, hence this unprecedented event.” He bowed slightly. “Until later, please, make yourselves comfortable.” With that, he left to follow do as he said and inform his father. 

“Do we even want to know?” Odin asked his wife. “What did she say to you?” “Nothing worthy of speaking with us like she is implying she needs to, perhaps it is to do with the coronation, she seems slightly concerned with regards to that,” Frigga shrugged. “Nonetheless, it would be wise for us to attempt to prepare the rooms, those ice-beds do nothing for your back.” 

“You hardly doubt it took Ella that long to merely duplicate a few rooms? She has readied ours to our liking also.” Odin informed her. “She said she did it in the other wings but she did it for us also.” 

“How could you possibly know that?” 

“Do you think you are the only one she can communicate silently with? Why do you think we both held Gungnir for a moment?” His chest puffed out proudly. “It was from us both that she became one of the most powerful seidr wielder in the realms, not simply one.” He looked at the staff in his grasp. “Had she have been a son, she would have been terrifying.” Thor was about to say something when he saw his father inhaled deeply in a manner that always meant he was about to say more. “A warrior for an heir and a seidr-wielding assassin as his highest general, it would have been terrifying.” “The Norns knew it would have been too much,” Frigga commented. “She seemed to have little issue with Gungnir.”

Odin looked at his staff, something he could never remember fighting without since the day his father Bor died and it was placed in his hands as his successor. “Yes, so it would seem.” His voice was distant as he did so, telling Frigga that he was thinking of something in his own head. 

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Story Summary - Based on an idea I had that I submitted to Imagine Loki. Imagine Loki was raised on Jotunheim as Laufey’s son after the war, but an agreement was then made that he would wed Odin’s daughter so Odin could secure the alliance of Jotunheim through the marriage. Loki, in turn, was raised to be king of Jotunheim, but how he views Asgard is far different from how Odin’s daughter is raised leading to a clash of cultures as well as uncertainty between the pair of betrothed youths.

Chapter Summary -  The Aesir royal family come to Jotunheim to assist in readying for the coronation. 

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The roar of the Bifrost resounded across Jotunheim, declaring to the realm that the Allfather had arrived. Loki and Ella stood in the aforementioned agreed place of landing for the Aesir royal family with a few others with them. On seeing her parents, Ella smiled brightly, though her nervousness at revealing to them that she was carrying a child still played slightly on her. She had decided to inform them of their impending grandchild later in the palace, but for now, she hid it under a heavy cloak. When her parents and brother emerged from the startling light, some of their guards and even two of the Warrior’s Three with them, Loki and Ella stepped forward. 

Both Odin and Frigga seemed to immediately look at their daughter more than anything else, Frigga more so than her husband. Though the pair had been conversing through their seidr, it was the first time mother and daughter had been physically in one another’s company since the wedding and especially since she had been ill. Loki and Ella bowed as was expected to the Allfather and Allmother, who in turn both lowered their heads slightly in recognition of the gesture. Thor, who had stood back slightly came forward to deal with the formalities of the situation, though part of him thought it to be entirely unnecessary. Technically speaking, those arriving for the coronation were not doing so yet, so their being there was not on an official basis, more so on being there to assist their daughter and her husband, should they be required to assist so the bowing and such, the stoic interactions were something he wished did not occur. He had fought alongside the Jotnar, bled and lost brethren with them, that made the pageantry unnecessary in his eyes. He wanted to speak with the allies he had made again. 

“Allfather,” Loki bowed to Odin before turning to Frigga and doing the same. “Allmother, thank you for joining us for this momentous occasion.”  

“It is a great day for Jotunheim.” Odin declared though he looked warily at his daughter to see if she had been better treated since his last seeing her. Frigga had informed him that Ella looked healthy and happy when they spoke together but he did not fully believe it. She had put on a facade in the time up to her health scare, she could very easily do so again. But seeing her smile brightly, if not slightly apprehensively at them, there was no denying that she was indeed healthy again. If anything, he noted she seemed a little weightier than before, though he would never state such aloud, he always maintained she could do with a little more weight, especially after she got sick as a child. He wanted to be less formal, to speak with her but this was not the time. “It seems like life is developing well since the Casket’s return, a great success.”

Loki, Ella and many others gathered on the Jotnar side gritted their teeth with regards his comments on the Casket, all thinking the same with regards to him taking it in the first place.” “Jotunheim has never seen prosperity like it. The food is plenty, the many are healthy and the population is about to see an explosion like never before,” Ella beamed. “And with Loki’s rule, it will be even better.” The confident look she gave him and his smile in return startled the Aesir royals to the point of silence. In her talks with her mother, Ella rarely spoke on Loki in any manner, much less one to suggest to her mother that she thought so well of Loki. 

Odin was the first to find his voice again and cleared his throat which in turn, broke the peculiar feeling in the group gathered. “Good, the realm deserves a fresh start.” 

With the formalities completed, everyone headed to the palace. The Jotnar they met on route glanced at the Aesir party with intrigue yet not overly concerned. The Aesir mate to their soon-to-be king had caused many who had been wary before to trust the Aesir slightly more and with Loki’s coronation, they knew this was a necessary evil to host the Allfather once more. 

When they made it to the palace, Ella led them to their rooms with Loki by her side. As soon as all but her brother, his friends and her parents were gone, she walked over to her father and placed her hand beneath his own on Gungnir. “If I may be so bold, I need to borrow this for five minutes.” 

Odin frowned at his daughter. He had not even spoken directly to her since their arrival and she had not explained why she would require one of the most powerful weapons in all of the realms but the pleading yet confident look on her face told him that she felt whatever she planned required it greatly enough to ask. With a slight nod, he relinquished his grip on it and watched as she rushed off, Loki looking at her with confusion on his face as she left. When the young Jotnar noticed the Aesir royals looking at him in bewilderment, all he could do was try to express that he too was oblivious to what his mate was doing. 

Three minutes later, Býleistr walked past them looking terrified. A moment later Helbindi and Greta walked into the hall, both seeing the confused royals gathered in the hallway, both looking equal parts in awe and somewhat scared. 

“What did she do?” Loki half winced, not sure what they were going to say. 

Helbindi grinned. “Did you ask her about the space issue?” Loki nodded. “Well, it is dealt with.”

“What?” Loki cocked his head. 

“She’s after dealing with our space issue,” Helbindi repeated. 

“How?” “No idea. She used some golden stick and her seidr to do it.”

“That’s not a stick, that is Gungnir,” Odin growled, displeased that anyone would disrespect his powerful weapon in such a manner. 

“Gung...I thought only the Allfather could use that?” Helbindi looked to Loki in confusion. 

“Why do you seem surprised?” Loki chuckled. “Ella does as she sees fit, even powerful magical weapons know better than to argue with her.” He threw his eyes up playfully as he said so. 

Barely a moment later, Ella walked through the hall once more, looking proud of herself, Gungnir in her hand. When she got to her father, she smirked and handed him back the staff. “Thank you.” 

“That suits you far too well,” Odin commented to his daughter as he took back Gungnir. He used his seidr to read the magic that the staff had recently worked with to see what she had done. When he sensed it, he studied his daughter’s face, startled by the smirk on it. “How?” “You limit your abilities too much, Father, by your choice not to expand them.” She walked over to Loki who looked curiously at her. “The space issue is rectified.” “So ‘Bind said but how?” 

“I may have tripled the palace.” “I’m sorry, you what?” Loki could not comprehend what she was saying. 

“I used Gungnir to magnify my seidr and simply made the palace bigger. We needed more rooms, I made it that the living areas of the palace are now copied a few extra times so we can house all those who wish to be here. I also used it to make the areas habitable to those arriving. The last thing we need is frozen Light Elves.” 

Loki could not think of an answer worthy of the statement. When he mentioned his concerns to Ella, she smiled and promised to rectify it. When he asked her how she planned to do so, she merely smiled and repeated that she would do so and not worry about it any more. Seeing her do so in less than the time it took to get to the throne room, he found himself wondering how he could ever have thought her to be dim-witted when he first met her. “Always finding solutions.” He smiled kindly at her. 

“What would you do without me?” She smiled before looking over at her parents and brother who clearly were uncertain as to what to say with regards to their daughter’s clearly altered situation. Thor knew that Loki had developed from the arrogant being that he had seen for the wedding, even speaking to him when he came for their assistance but seeing now that it seemed to even have grown more intrigued him slightly, especially because Ella seemed different. She seemed a lot more open, something he had not been used to on Asgard. To him, she was always an annoying prankster at worst or disinterested in him and his friends at best. She never seemed to do anything but stand and listen to court or speak almost stoically with friends. Now, she seemed so much more outgoing and confident. 

“I think we best get settled.” Frigga turned to Odin, who clearly was weary, though no one would admit to such out loud, especially Odin himself. 

“Yes, when you do so, Loki and I must speak more with you,” Ella stated. Her parents stared at her worriedly. “Yes, we are nulling the marriage and I am taking the veil.” Each word dripped with adequate sarcasm befitting her deadpan tone and facial expression. “Surprise.” 

“I thought you had matured, I was getting worried.” Thor scoffed. 

“And be boring? Perish the thought.” Ella shuddered. “Go get settled. We will ensure everything is as it needs to be here and then we will speak more.” She bowed slightly. “Until then, I am getting something to eat.” With that, she walked off. 

Helbindi scoffed slightly before encouraging Greta to back to their rooms to rest. Her heat had settled and she was currently waiting to see if she had become pregnant anxiously while also assisting with the coronation with the other female mates. Helbindi was forced to deal with other matters meaning he only say her for small parts of the day but was adamant that she rest adequately. 

Loki looked after his mate for a moment before looking at her bemused parents. “I best alert my father than all are here.” “Where is Laufey?” Odin asked. 

“Resting, I fear. His health continues to waiver so he must rest more often, hence this unprecedented event.” He bowed slightly. “Until later, please, make yourselves comfortable.” With that, he left to follow do as he said and inform his father. 

“Do we even want to know?” Odin asked his wife. “What did she say to you?” “Nothing worthy of speaking with us like she is implying she needs to, perhaps it is to do with the coronation, she seems slightly concerned with regards to that,” Frigga shrugged. “Nonetheless, it would be wise for us to attempt to prepare the rooms, those ice-beds do nothing for your back.” 

“You hardly doubt it took Ella that long to merely duplicate a few rooms? She has readied ours to our liking also.” Odin informed her. “She said she did it in the other wings but she did it for us also.” 

“How could you possibly know that?” 

“Do you think you are the only one she can communicate silently with? Why do you think we both held Gungnir for a moment?” His chest puffed out proudly. “It was from us both that she became one of the most powerful seidr wielder in the realms, not simply one.” He looked at the staff in his grasp. “Had she have been a son, she would have been terrifying.” Thor was about to say something when he saw his father inhaled deeply in a manner that always meant he was about to say more. “A warrior for an heir and a seidr-wielding assassin as his highest general, it would have been terrifying.” “The Norns knew it would have been too much,” Frigga commented. “She seemed to have little issue with Gungnir.”

Odin looked at his staff, something he could never remember fighting without since the day his father Bor died and it was placed in his hands as his successor. “Yes, so it would seem.” His voice was distant as he did so, telling Frigga that he was thinking of something in his own head. 

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Moiety [Bodyguard!Calum] One Shot

Moiety--One of two equal parts.

Summary: Princess Rhea doesn’t want a bodyguard, but when Calum Hood shows up to be her personal security detail, she doesn’t have much of a choice. Especially in matters of the heart.

this....is legit 19k+ words of,,,,,stuff. it’s princess!oc x bodyguard!calum. this is lowkey inspired by Princess Eleanor and Jasper Frost from the tv show The Royals. if you know, you know. hope y’all enjoy. happy reading, folks!

She hadn’t been back for even a week and she already felt as though her freedom was being taken from her. Rhea supposed she shouldn’t be too surprised; she was fortunate enough that her parents let her go off to America by herself in the first place without much, if any, security. But upon returning to Agron, it was difficult for Rhea to even step off of palace grounds without being flanked by guards, making it difficult for her to even visit old friends without a car full of middle aged security guards.

Within just two days of her return, Rhea managed to sneak out of the palace without being detected. She felt like she was a teenager again, rather than a twenty-two year old woman, using the secret passageways and tunnels under her home she had memorized to go to a party or a pub, wanting nothing more than to spend time with friends she had missed while being away for her studies in the United States.

Much to her chagrin, she had only been at the party for about two hours when the royal security guards entered with a powerful wave, looking for the princess who had managed to escape without detection and was the reason of the king’s frustrated mood. Rhea wasn’t one who got embarrassed, having grown up with the confidence of a princess, not at all hindered by the hesitant and frightened looks the partygoers were sending her way as she glared at the head guard. Mr. Barrow was throwing her an exasperated look of her own as she walked past him, knowing the guards would follow her.

“You’re not a child anymore, your Highness,” Mr. Barrow sighed once they got into the car, with Rhea crossing her arms over her chest and pressing herself against the door, mimicking the very petulant child Mr. Barrow was telling her she wasn’t. “Surely now you can understand why it’s important for you to have constant protection.”

“Protection from what?” Rhea demanded with a huff of her own, throwing him a helpless look as the car began moving. “I was perfectly fine in America for four years. If something were to happen, wouldn’t it have by now?”

Mr. Barrow pursed his lips. “Your identity was a strictly kept secret when you were being flown overseas. Besides, Agron is a small country, nonexistent to many, but that does not mean the royal family is not valuable. The King and Queen want you to be safe, your Highness. It was a wonder they didn’t send a portion of our army to watch over you in America.”

Rhea rolled her blue eyes. “That’s a bit dramatic.” Though, she knew entirely, that it wasn’t. Even now that she’s graduated and returned home, Rhea often finds herself in disbelief that her parents let her go so far by herself in the first place. They were always protective, always kept an eye on her and her older brother, Roland. It had taken a lot of begging from Rhea, and some persuasive help from her brother, to finally get their parents to agree.

And, if Rhea was being completely honest, she felt as though she understood why she was being flanked by guards now too. She’d been away for four years, only returning for Christmas, and each time her parents found it difficult to send her back, often suggesting for her to finish her studies in Agron. Now that she was back, it seemed as though they were catching up on keeping her safe in ways they couldn’t when she’d been gone. And while she found herself annoyed because of it, Rhea knew it was because she’d grown used to the independence she had in America. Honestly, she was grateful her parents let her go in the first place; grateful that they respected her desires of getting the best education she could and let her be something more than just the Princess of Agron.

Still, sending practically the entire royal security team after her was a bit overbearing.

A week following her return, Rhea was called to her father’s study after breakfast, smiling at the few maids cleaning the grand living room as she walked through it, following after her dad’s advisor, Mr. Gladwell. “Did he say what this is about?” Rhea asked the older man.

He let out a short, knowing chuckle. “Best if his Majesty explains it himself,” Mr. Gladwell responded, opening the doors to the study and stepping aside to let Rhea walk in.

The first person she noticed was her father, of course, sitting behind the large oak desk decorated with his computer, paperwork, books, trinkets and all sorts of things he could place there. Then she noticed two figures in front of his desk, their backs to her, but Rhea instantly recognized Mr. Burrow as the one on the left. Her eyebrows furrowed in confusion at the one on the right, dressed in the usual black suit that all palace guards wore, taller than Mr. Burrow with broad shoulders and black hair that was seemingly slicked back. His hands were also held behind his back, Rhea’s eyes catching sight of some silver decorating his fingers, and she raised her eyebrows in intrigue as she walked further into the room and towards the desk.

Her father caught sight of her. “Oh, Rhea, come here, love.” He held his arm out to her, signaling for her to come stand by his side, as she walked around the stranger and towards her dad, though she was unable to not look at the unknown man in the room.

And when she did, oh, fuck.

The guy was gorgeous—there was no other way to describe him. He looked clean cut with slicked hair and a sharp jaw, and crisp in his suit and tie, the jacket accentuating his broad shoulders, hugging him nicely. A stoic, serious expression had made home on his handsome face, dark brown eyes focused under thick brows and full lips flat and expressionless. Rhea wasn’t oblivious to the air of confidence and attentiveness surrounding him, looking like he could punch out a guy and not even blink while doing it. Definitely an intimidating aura to him that Rhea didn’t sense in the other security guards—if that’s what he was.

“Rhea, this is Calum Hood,” her father introduced, gesturing to the man who couldn’t be a couple of years older than her. Rhea’s eyes met his at the introduction, feeling a hitch in her throat as her blue clashed with his dark brown. “Mr. Barrow says he’s the best on the palace security team, so we’ve assigned him to be your detail.”

Rhea damn near choked on her breath. What? They were going to assign him—this distractingly handsome, stupidly gorgeous man—to be her personal detail? Was her father punishing her?

“I know you haven’t been a fan of the many guards surrounding you every time you step out—” Her father was speaking again, but Rhea was having trouble focusing because her mind was reeling. She would much rather a middle aged man being her detail than Calum; how was she expected to breathe if someone like him was by her side all the damn time? “—So I’d been talking to Mr. Barrow to see who the best man would be to keep my best girl safe, and this young man is more than qualified for the job. Wouldn’t you say so, Mr. Hood?”

She couldn’t really form words, wasn’t entirely sure what to say. Rhea felt ridiculous, really, for being speechless at this news, for being so utterly taken aback at the sight of her new bodyguard. Honestly—she was sure her father was playing some sort of cruel joke on her.

And then he spoke up, in response to her father’s question with a deep and raspy voice enough to entice goosebumps, and Rhea’s eyes were on Calum’s face as he returned her gaze, expression unreadable as he gave her a single accepting nod. “It’s my pleasure to serve you, your Highness.”

Oh, yes. Rhea most definitely felt her stomach clench tightly at his words.

                                                        *****

It took Rhea a day to accept that she had a new, hot security detail. Truthfully, she spent the entire day inside the palace in her room, which meant she didn’t need to be around Calum. While she appreciated her father’s decision to give her just one qualified detail over an entire fucking force—why did he have to choose one who looked like that? Rhea sounded desperate and pleading in her own head but, man, he was gorgeous.

The following night, Rhea actually had to leave the palace. It was one of her good friend’s birthday and, unsurprisingly, everyone wanted to go to a club to celebrate, which Rhea was more than ready to do so, now that she knew she wouldn’t be ambushed by guards every which way. But it wasn’t until she was walking down the palace steps, clad in a black spaghetti strapped jumpsuit that showed off the skin on her back and the valley of her breasts due to the deep V-cut, that she stupidly remembered about the man who would be accompanying her.

For all her royalty and princess-like grace, Rhea almost tripped on the steps when she caught sight of Calum, standing in front of the backseat door of the limo, hands held together in front of him. He was in the standard suit, of course, polished shoes and silver rings glinting under the palace lights, watching her walk down with an intense gaze that sent shivers down her spine. His posture was straight and attentive, expression frustratingly stoic as she finally reached the car.

“Good evenin’, your Highness,” Calum greeted evenly, fighting the urge to let his gaze wander any lower than her eyes, despite feeling the desire to do so. It wasn’t professional, wasn’t something he could let happen, or even think about. He was here to protect the princess, not let his mind delve into inappropriate thoughts at the mere sight of her. No matter how gorgeous she was with hair that was almost black and bright blue eyes that could rival an ocean.

Rhea offered a friendly smile, oblivious to Calum that she was resisting her own wandering eyes. “Calum,” she returned, waiting as he reached behind him to open the door for the car.

Calum shut the door once she slid in, letting out a breath and walking around the car, undoing the button on his jacket as he got in on the other side, shutting the door and settling against the leather as the driver began heading off palace grounds. It was silent in the car, both of them sitting on either end of the seat by the doors, a kind of light tension in the air neither was sure where it was emitting from, but neither oblivious to how the car held a pleasant mixed scent of her perfume and his cologne.

Rhea tried to busy herself for a few moments, scrolling through her social media—being a princess wasn’t going to stop her from tweeting or posting on Instagram—but ultimately grew bored as she locked her phone and put it on her lap. She stared at the device for a couple of seconds before chancing a glance to her right. Calum was staring out the tinted window, earpiece in, sharp jaw set and right arm propped on the windowsill of the car.

It wasn’t awkward, just. . . Silent. Rhea knew what awkwardness felt like, and this wasn’t it; this seemed like Calum was purposefully avoiding looking her way, vehemently staring out the window. She raised her eyebrows, curious, before deciding to break the silence. “So, bodyguard,” her smooth voice broke the silence, instantly catching Calum’s attention as he looked her way, the subtlest lift in his eyebrows. Rhea shifted, crossing one leg over her knee, leaning in his direction ever so slightly. “Tell me about yourself.” She smiled charmingly. “I like to get to know the lives of men who’re working to protect mine.”

Calum eyed her, fighting the tightness in his throat. He knew the princess was pretty; had seen pictures and videos of her before they’d ever met. But actually being in her presence, in her royal state of grace, looking stunning and sexy in clothing no princess years ago would ever be allowed to wear, Calum found himself near speechless at the sight of Princess Rhea. Her bright eyes stood out against her sun kissed skin, long black hair yet another stark contrast—she was fucking ethereal. Nothing less than what anyone would expect of a princess.

“There’s not much know about me,” he found himself responded, voice gruff as his fingers tapped against the windowsill. “Served in Agron’s army since I was eighteen, was discharged at twenty-one, and since was offered a job at the palace’s security team by Mr. Barrow.”

Rhea quirked an eyebrow. “Honorable or dishonorable?”

Calum’s jaw clenched, eyes narrowing ever so slightly—he couldn’t full on scowl at the princess—while controlling his hard tone as he responded, “Honorable.”

She easily picked up on the bite in his tone, not expecting him to not be offended at her question. “Just making sure,” she breezily assured. Calum looked straight ahead then, the muscle in his jaw jumping, and Rhea didn’t want him to be annoyed with her just yet. “What, that’s it? I didn’t ask for your resume, bodyguard. Tell me something more.”

He raised his eyebrows, though a frown was on his lips, as he retorted, “’M here to be your bodyguard, your Highness, not your friend. Your inquiries aren’t going to get you anywhere.”

His words had Rhea gaping at him in surprise, eyebrows shooting up and lips parting in disbelief and, truthfully, a bit of offense. All she was trying to do was get to know him, so he wasn’t just some stranger following her around everywhere, to bring herself a level of comfort that he was someone she knew and could count on. Her old detail, back when she was a teenager, was a man in his mid-thirties named Quentin Jennings, and he had been like an uncle to her. Kind, caring, and not at all stoic as the younger man sitting next to her. Definitely not as cold.

For a moment, Rhea wished she could have Mr. Jennings back.

Rhea clenched her jaw, her expression forming into one of an affronted glare, leaning back against the door with her arms crossed over her chest. It wasn’t even her princess pride that was wounded—it was basic human feelings of being so blatantly brushed aside. Her tone was just as cold as Calum’s as she snapped briskly, “Forgive me for wanting to find a place of trust with the very man who carries my life in his hands.”

She turned to face the window. The club couldn’t arrive fast enough.

                                                     *****

Calum knew, from the second Rhea snapped at him, that he, to some extent, hurt the princess’s feelings. The worst part was that he didn’t even think about it—the words had just slipped from his mouth before he could stop them, verbally rejecting her obvious extension of friendship and trust when that’s the very thing a bodyguard should have established with their charge. Because he knew, from experience and from what he was told, that if you pissed off your charge, chances are they would try and make your job that much harder.

Princess Rhea seemed adamant on doing just that.

The club they were currently in was one of the most popular, exclusive ones, which was unsurprising. There were three levels, the ground floor being the dance floor and bar, while the second and third were lounge areas with couches and seats—though the second level had another bar of its own . The lighting was dim, flashes of blues, reds, purples and yellows blinding as they flickered with the beat of the deafening music. Calum stayed with the princess to the best of his abilities, managing to stick close to her as she bounced from friend to friend, going back and forth from the bar to the dance floor as he stood an appropriate distance away, never letting his eyes wander from her.

He stood with his arms crossed over his chest, aware that he stood out shockingly, yet not caring the slightest bit. His tall stature demanded attention, which he didn’t return, as people walked around him even in their drunken stumble to avoid bumping into the imposing, serious faced man.

But it wasn’t until a group of people walked directly past him, obstructing his view, and Calum was quick to move when he realized that. Unfortunately, he didn’t expect the princess to be as slippery, clenching his teeth tightly as she disappeared from his view amidst the dancing crowd of bodies.

“Fuck’s sake,” Calum muttered darkly, walking ahead and right into the crowd, uncaring of the bodies he bumped into or were moving against him to the rhythm of the music. His sharp, observant eyes looked around, the bass of the music pounding in his ears, as he looked every which way for where she could’ve gone.

He was not about to lose the princess in a club because of her spiteful actions, knowing full well she’d realized she was obstructed from her view and decided to take off. Hands clenched into fists, Calum could feel his nails digging into his palms, lifting his gaze to see if he could catch sight of her.

There.

She was a blur of a figure, but Calum was able to get a glimpse of her disappearing up to the second floor, and he immediately took off. His strides were quick and purposeful, using his hands to push aside people in his way, ignoring the few grunts of annoyance they threw back in response that were drowned by the music. Calum went upstairs, two steps at a time, before reaching the second level and looking around.

There were still people dancing around, drinking, but most were lounging on the available seating. Calum narrowed his eyes in search of her, feeling the aggravation heat up his blood. She was being childish, running from him like that, knowing he was only around for her protection. Calum didn’t have patience for that. She may be her Royal Highness, but that didn’t give her the right to evade something for her own good and act like a petulant child just because her feelings were hurt.

He found her easily, sitting on one of the plush couches with her profile to him, laughing at whatever the hell the people around her were saying as she sipped from a glass. Unable to help himself or loosen the tightness of his jaw, Calum stalked over, walking right behind the couch. Bracing his hands on top of it, he leaned down, lips dangerous close to the ears of someone he probably wasn’t even worthy of whispering to, feeling her tense up at his presence as he ignored the few looks being sent their way.

“I’ll ask you not to do that again, Princess. For your own safety.”

His voice was low, silent over the thundering music, yet calm and controlled, and Rhea heard him loud and clear, his warm breath pleasantly fanning against her skin, enough to create goosebumps. She could feel some of her friends’ eyes on them, most of the girls intrigued by the new hot bodyguard, but Rhea kept her lips pursed and gaze on her nearly finished margarita. Her stomach churned at the way he spoke—almost threatening, a manner of speaking that no other security guard dared talk to her in.

And even though this was their first time with him actually detailing her, Rhea could already tell Calum Hood was definitely not like the other guards she’s been around.

Still, she wasn’t going to let him rattle her. So she stood up while finishing off her drink, turning around to face Calum, who now stood straight behind the couch with his dark eyes on her blue. He looked wonderful with the colors of the club splashing across his skin, jaw once again set and eyes screaming no-nonsense stoicism.

Rhea leaned towards him, the couch separating them, and raised her eyebrows. “You’re my bodyguard, not my babysitter,” she spoke pointedly, not missing the way his eyebrows twitched into a frown. “You do not tell me what to do.”

Not bothering to wait for a response or reaction, Rhea turned and began walking, heading straight towards the bar located on this floor. Of course, Calum’s eyes followed her every move, not even acknowledging the eyes of her friends he could feel on him, watching as she settled on a stool and easily flagged down the bartender. Her status granted her whatever she wanted within seconds.

The bar wasn’t too far from where he stood, could see her perfectly. She sat sideways on the stool, flashing her brilliant smile at the bartender once her margarita was in her hand, one leg cross over the other as she sipped elegantly through the thin black straw. There were people all around her, her presence attraction attention wherever she went, and Calum shifted a bit closer around the couch in case his view got obstructed. He watched her surroundings, watched the people approaching her and talking to her and making her laugh.

He ignored the twist he felt in his chest at the sight of her smile, marking it up as just another pretty face. And he just watched.

They were at the club for hours and though she tried, Rhea couldn’t escape from Calum’s gaze a second time. The more alcohol she downed, the more focused Calum got, as if he hadn’t already been before. He stayed close by, an ever present shadow that he knew was beginning to bother Rhea by how many times she tried to duck away from him. But he always caught up with her.

It was around three in the morning when her friends were deciding to call it a night, drunkenly hugging one another before departing. When the last of her friends left, Calum took a step closer towards the princess. “Come on, your Highness, we should get goin’ as well.”

“Hold on,” Rhea drawled, holding one finger up while her other hand wrapped around a glass. “After this one,” she added before beginning to sip it.

Calum pursed his lips, buttoning his suit jacket as he raised a dubious, tired eyebrow. He wasn’t too sleepy, but the continuous music had been pounding in his head and he wanted to get the princess back to the palace so he could greet his mattress. “Haven’t you had enough to drink?”

Rhea frowned, head bowing drunkenly as she glanced at him. Just by the sluggish expressions on her face Calum could tell she was drunk, along with how many drinks he’d seen her consume throughout the night. The princess was definitely going to be hungover in the morning. “Didn’t I tell you to stop telling me what to do?” she shot back, scoffing before going back to sipping her drink.

Calum rolled his eyes, standing a few stools away from her against the bar, leaning on his left elbow to face her as he flagged down the bartender. “Just doin’ my job,” he told her flatly before asking for a glass of whiskey. He knew his tolerance, knew a glass wouldn’t have any hindering effects on him.

The club was a bit more peaceful now since it was closing soon. There were people still lingering about, waiting for friends or just really waiting for the place to close before they could leave. He heard Rhea snort. “Which is what? Protect me from getting drunk?” She raised her glass at him, smiling sweetly. “Too late for that, bodyguard.”

Fortunately, they finished their drinks soon enough, and Calum stood up from his stool just as Rhea stood up from hers, and he quickly faced her when she let out a noticeable, startled gasp before stumbling towards Calum.

He frowned, one hand automatically wrapping around her waist as she nearly drunkenly tripped on her heels, her hand bracing herself against the bar. “What?” Calum asked, looking down at her in alarm. His alertness only increased when he saw the incredulous, disgusted expression on her face, eyes wide and startled under furrowing eyebrows and lips parted while tilted into a frown. “What happened?”

Rhea let out a sharp breath, straightening herself as she blinked, trying to get her hazy thoughts together before turning her head towards Calum. He ducked her head towards her, ear right by her mouth as he heard her shakily whisper, “That guy just—just fucking groped me.”

Calum pulled his head away from her, shooting her an incredulous, pissed off look of his own as Rhea pursed her lips, and through her drunken haze Calum could see the discomfort and disgust marring her features. Her words ignited a fire in his veins, fueled by his blood, as his eyes darted to the man that had been sitting on the stool on the other side of Rhea, innocently sipping on his beer.

Withdrawing his arm from around Rhea, Calum’s jaw tightened as he stepped up to the guy, blood pumping. “Oi!” Calum sounded, voice rough and loud, causing the guy to actually jump, even startling the bartender. The guy paled at the sight of Calum’s narrow eyed, tight scowl, trying to scramble to his feet but Calum’s hand shot out, ring clad fingers gripping the older man’s jaw roughly as he pulled him to his feet. “You got a problem keepin’ your hands to yourself?”

Rhea watched, stunned and frozen in place, clutching her bag to her as the scene unfolded. She felt her skin crawl at the thought and feel of being touched without her consent, heart pounding as she watched Calum so easily hold the guy in place just with his hand. There was a look of fear in the guy’s eyes, and while she couldn’t see Calum’s face, except for the tense rigidness of his back and shoulders, she figured he probably looked terrifying.

“I’m—I’m sorry, lad. Didn’t know she was your girl,” the guy stammered back, eyes wide and pleading to be let go.

Rhea noticed him wince, realized it was because Calum tightened the grip of his fingers against his jaw, flinching herself slightly. “She’s not my girl—she’s the fuckin’ princess, you twat,” Calum growled out. If possible, the guy’s eyes widened even more, the terror on his face intensifying at the revelation of who he touched inappropriately, his eyes briefly flickering over to where Rhea stood. He clamped her lips together, hoping to let a glare wash over her face, as her teeth pressed together. Calum roughly pulled the guy’s gaze back to him. “Hey, don’t look at her,” he snapped, voice gruff and low and dangerous. “You don’t fuckin’ touch a woman unless she wants you to, right? And you most certainly don’t touch the fuckin’ princess unless you want your fingers broken.”

“It won’t happen again,” the guy stammered out in broken breaths, looking and sounding frightened beyond belief. He was staring, wide eyed, at Calum, paralyzed by the bodyguard’s severe gaze and unable to look away. “I-I’m sorry.”

Calum’s movements were swift, his hand going from the guy’s jaw to the back of his neck, moving the stranger in front of his body and forcing him into a bowing position with his grip on him. They were now facing Rhea, Calum standing behind him, looking completely at ease despite the aggravation radiating off of him, and Rhea watched, with slightly widened eyes, as Calum told the guy, “I’m not the one you should be apologizing to.”

The man tried raising his head, but Calum’s grip kept him bowed. “I’m—I sincerely apologize, your Highness,” he stuttered, his gaze on her heel clad feet, unable to look any further because of his position. “Please forgive me.”

Rhea was a bit stunned at the situation; she’d seen some bodyguards have to deal with rowdy people, seen them pull guns on those who had something against her or her family. She’d been gone for four years; there’d been times back in America when she was hit on or touched when she’d go out with friends, but there were no bodyguards to come to her defense instantly. The scene in front of her was both shocking and, in a way, relieving.

She refused to think about how fucking hot Calum looked, handling this gross man in front of her.

She didn’t want to give this guy another second of her attention, instead looking at Calum, meeting his gaze as she crossed her arms over her chest and asked in a tone she hoped was steady, “I’d like to get home now.”

Calum gave her a nod, shooting one last scowl at the man before roughly pushing him away. He stumbled, nearly crashing into a couch, and neither of them spared him another look as Calum guided Rhea down the stairs and towards the exit. They were silent, even through the small crowd of paparazzi that had formed outside, flashing their cameras at Rhea. She used one hand to shield her eyes, surprised she wasn’t tripping on her feet, her drunk suddenly making her feel sluggish and lazy.

She felt Calum’s hand on the small of her back, felt his touch burn her skin through her clothing, and she swallowed through her dry throat as he used his other arm to keep people at bay as they reached the car and he got her inside quickly. Just the brief encounter with the camera flashes had Rhea squeezing her eyes shut, hoping to fight off the headache she knew was coming, especially in relation to how much she drank. Was it possible for her not to even feel drunk, though, despite how much she drank, because of what just occurred inside the club?

All she could think of was Calum and the way he handled that man.

Rhea leaned her head against the headrest, staring up at the ceiling of the car as the driver pulled away from the club, letting out a breath. She then rolled her head to the right, looking at Calum, taking in the curve of his jaw and the fullness of his lips and the long sweep of his eyelashes. “Thank you,” she finally said, her small voice breaking the quiet of the car.

Calum looked at her, brown eyes meeting blue, and Rhea wasn’t sure if she was imagining it but she saw the subtlest shift in his expression, his features softening just a bit. “Like I said—just doin’ my job,” he told her, his voice a lot less intense than it was before. He then gave a nod. “But you’re welcome.”

She found herself offering him a smile, despite her previous annoyance with him throughout the night, despite her immature attempts of trying to hide from him. He had rubbed her the wrong way, come off as kind of as an authoritative jerk, but he definitely stepped up when she needed him to. Maybe he wasn’t so bad. Maybe she could trust him.

                                                          *****

“I’m surprised you haven’t jumped him yet.”

Rhea let out a scoff, shooting her friend Mercedes an affronted yet amused look. “I’ve got more self-control than that, Mer.”

Mercedes raised her eyebrows, green eyes sparkling mischievously. “Do you?” she countered with a smirk.

The princess pursed her lips, though they quirked up in a smile as she kept in the laugh threatening to escape, hiding it in the champaign she was sipping on. Her eyes wandered towards the subject of their conversation, stationed by one of the entryways in his usual pose of straight back and hands in front of him, another bodyguard standing with him at the entrance. His watchful eyes observed the banquet hall, full of guests for the Queen, Rhea’s mother’s, birthday. A grand affair, the palace full of people, bringing out the entire royal security team for the celebration.

Calum looked handsome, as usual, and Rhea couldn’t help but consider Mercedes’s words. It’s been over a month since he’d been assigned to her and Rhea wasn’t going to lie—she was surprised herself that she’s lasted so long. Every time she caught sight of him, every time he was in her presence, Rhea could feel her stomach tighten and flutter and heart pick up its pace. It wasn’t just his looks, though; it was him. The air that surrounded him—confident, strong, authoritative, not at all someone who's bad side one would want to get on.

Things between the two of them weren’t all that different since that night at the club. He was still stoic, focused on work, and the two of them sometimes clawed at each other’s throats because he wasn’t the conversation type and Rhea still wanted to know more about him. She wasn’t used to not getting what she wanted. Definitely a princess privilege, one she often took advantage of—one Calum didn’t feed into.

His eyes would wander over to her more than they should, keeping his jaw clenched every time he heard her laugh, his grip on his own hands tightening as she posed for pictures with friends and family, looked away when her eyes would find his. He’d take a breath, lift his chin, and keep his usual blank expression as he made sure everything was going smoothly. But her eyes—he always found himself wanting to give into them.

Calum was sure Rhea knew exactly what she was doing, every time those blue eyes landed on him, watching him with a seemingly innocent expression with clear undertones of unspoken intentions. She looked at him the way he looked at her when no one was looking, sinful thoughts swirling in his mind that no bodyguard should have for his charge—much less a royal.

“The princess is leaving the banquet hall,” Mr. Barrow’s voice came in through the earpiece, and Calum’s eyes immediately went to where he had seen her last. She wasn’t there, but Calum caught sight of her heading towards the other entranceway and, as though she felt his gaze, Rhea’s eyes met his. And despite the distance between them, upon their eyes locking, Calum saw the smirk curling at her lips. “Hood, keep your eye on her.”

Keeping track of the royals during palace events was always an intense duty, just as much as it was when they were out and about. It was a big home, with many people, and while the security measures on palace grounds were intense, nothing was perfect, so the guards in charge of specific royals rarely ever left their sides.

Rhea’s smirk widened when she saw Calum say something into the mouthpiece before clicking the button off and making his way towards her, and she continued walking. Calum followed after her, exiting the buzzing banquet hall and stepping out into the long, quieter corridors of the palace. She was about twenty feet ahead of him and he could easily catch up, but kept at his pace, allowing himself a brief moment to admire the sway of her hips and the way the navy blue satin dress clung to her body, the slit sensually showing off her left leg.

They were in the wing of the house where her bedroom was located, one that Calum never really entered. He always waited outside or in the doorway, never stepping through the threshold because Calum had this paranoid belief if he did, he wouldn’t want to fucking leave.

When she reached her door and opened it, Calum commented, “Party’s the other way, Princess.”

Rhea looked at him, a subtle raise in her brows, one hand on the doorknob, her charming smile once again on her red lips. “Real party’s in here, bodyguard.”

His pace slowed down at her words, picking up on the unapologetically suggestive tone of her voice, and Rhea smiled sweetly before entering the room, and Calum let out a sharp breath as he flickered his gaze to the ceiling. Over a month into this job and the princess was not making things any easier for him. Harder, if anything. In every sense of the word.

The amount of times he yearned to touch her in more ways than just a guiding hand on her back burned his veins, forcing himself to ignore those feelings and focus on the damn job.

He didn’t go into the room, instead opting to stand by the door with his back to the wall and arms crossed over his chest. His jaw clenched, trying not to think of the woman on the other side of the door, how fine she looked in that expensive dress and how pretty her red lips looked. A princess in every sense of the word.

The door opened and from his peripheral Calum saw Rhea poke her head out, long hair swaying as she tilted her head at him. “Not even going to keep me company, bodyguard?” she hummed innocently

Calum kept his gaze on the gold trimmed wall opposite of him. “Not my job.”

Rhea let out a breathy laugh, not at all turned away by his brisk response like she normally was. Honestly, maybe she was some kind of masochist, but Calum’s indifference only egged her on, only made her attracted to him even more. Made her want to loosen up the firm, broody man. “You work for me, remember?” she reminded, lips curling when she saw the muscle in his jaw jump. She pointed to herself. “Princess say—” She then pointed at him, smiling. “Bodyguard do.”

This time he looked at her, eyes narrowing at demand in her sugar coated tone, feeling his muscles tense. She had the habit of pointing out their positions, how she was, technically, his boss as a member of the royal family. Calum knew it was because she liked riling him up, tried to get some kind of reaction out of him, and he never gave in. he continued doing his job, sticking to accompanying her when she went out with friends at night and did her princess duties of visiting the charities and shelters she enjoyed giving her time to.

In the past month, he’s seen her drink the night away and watched her hold and love on sick babies and animals in pet shelters, and it stirred something in his chest each time. There were two sides of the princess, both equally as intriguing, and Calum found himself in awe of her. She was. . . Something.

He followed her into the room, reaching behind him to shut the double doors, watching as Rhea sat on the edge of her bed and took a drag out of her dab pen. Calum had come to learn the princess preferred that over proper joints, giving up on those after she bought the pen in her sophomore year of university.

Calum’s eyes were on her, feet moving without much thought as he watched her lean back on the bed, bracing herself with her left hand, one leg crossing over the other as the slit exposed smooth skin Calum felt his fingers itching to touch. She looked ravenous, hair falling down her back and showing off her neck and collarbones, pretty lips wrapped around the end of the pen before she let out a curl of smoke after holding it in for a bit.

He stopped in front of her, looking down at her seated figure, as she held the pen out to him. “’M on duty.”

Rhea let out an airy scoff with a roll of her eyes, still holding the pen up. “Every security personnel is on duty. A hit or two isn’t going to bring on the end of the world, Calum.”

He preferred when she called him bodyguard. The sound of his name falling past her lips in her voice had too much of a reaction emitting from him, more than one would deem normal. His dark eyes were on her, watching the encouraging smile on her face as she wiggled the pen around enticingly, and Calum was put in a battle of wills. He had built a tolerance to weed, having smoked his fair share enough that it took him more than a few hits to get high, but doing so on the job was grounds for getting fired.

Sure, he knew he wouldn’t get too, or at all, high but it would still be a pretty big risk. If any of the other guards, especially Mr. Barrow, even suspected he wasn’t at all sober then he could be in some serious shit. The smart, rational thing to do would be to reject Rhea’s offer and seat himself on the couch as she indulged herself. It was the logical, safer choice.

But he’d rejected Rhea and the feelings she effortlessly invoked in him for a month too long. And the way she looked, stunning and smiling and looking like the opposite of a logical and safe choice, Calum felt himself giving in.

Rhea grinned when he took the pen from her, holding it between ring clad fingers and watching as his cheeks hollowed slightly, showing off his jaw and cheekbones as he took the drag. “Lookin’ to get me fired, Princess?” he breathed out a moment later, still looking down at her, still not moving away.

“You won’t get fired,” she told him with a roll of her eyes, taking the pen from him. Her smile was alluring, inviting. “Won’t let it happen. A princess’s promise.”

Calum snorted, the smallest of smirks on his lips as she brought the pen between her lips once more. The sarcasm was clear in his voice as he said, “I’m honored.”

“You should be,” Rhea scoffed. The room, while the size of a small apartment, was slowly starting to hold the faint scent of weed, particularly where the two of them were. “I don’t make those just for anyone—especially not for rude, moody bodyguards.”

He quirked an eyebrow. “Rude?”

Rhea shot him a disbelieving look. “Yes, rude. Every time I try to make conversation with you about you, you blow me off. And you’re a dick about it.”

Calum wanted to laugh in amusement. He was well aware of the princess’s desires of wanting to get to know him, and he was careful on not indulging her. At first it was because he wanted to keep things professional—just a charge and her bodyguard. In his mind, it would keep things the way they were supposed to be between them, wouldn’t bring anything to a personal level, but as Calum thought about it, he figured that was already out the window with just how the two of them looked at each other. There was nothing professional about that.

“Alright,” he finally sighed, plucking the little gadget from her fingers and taking a hit. He was a few in and, as expected, didn’t feel much. “What do you want to know?”

Her eyebrows shot up, surprised that he was giving in, eyes lighting up in delight that he was finally willing to open up in anyway. Eyes giving him a once over, Rhea not for the first time took in the broad shoulders and crisp shirt and the slicked back hair and, wow, he looked good. But she forced herself to focus, eyes dropping to his ring decorated hands, before something clicked and she nodded to them. “Those tattoos. What do they mean?”

She’d seen them, obviously, three letters inked on both of his hands that she always wondered what they stood for. Calum raised his eyebrows, not entirely expecting that, as he glanced down at his hands, as if realizing he had tattoos on them. “They’re initials,” he answered after a moment. “My mum and dad’s.”

His answer had Rhea’s heart melting, her expression softening because that was fucking adorable. The big bad bodyguard had his parents’ initials tattooed on him? That revelation was unexpected and kind of just made her attracted to him all the more. Rhea took a breath, straightening her back as she leaned back a bit and kept her over adoring reaction at bay and instead mused, “Family man. That’s really sweet.”

Calum gave a one shouldered shrug, gaze dropping to the exposed skin of her leg, an action that didn’t go unnoticed by her. Just like she didn’t not notice the way he watched her throughout the night. “’M a sweet guy, believe it or not.”

That made Rhea let out a laugh, slowly feeling the buzz of her high creep in. “I don’t believe it, no offense,” she responded. There was a warmth that was spreading through her, and Rhea wasn’t sure if it was because of the high or because of the man in front of her, but she didn’t question it. She stood up, her eyes never leaving his dark ones, her heels giving her a bit of height but still not enough to be eye level with the handsome man. But she took a step towards him, the distance between them limited, as he stayed in place and kept her gaze. Rhea leaned towards him, her hand coming up to play and grasp at his tie, giving it the slightest tug. Calum’s jaw clenched, especially when her voice dropped to an enticing murmur. “Because sweet guys don’t look at princesses the way you look at me.”

She felt smug satisfaction course through her veins when she noticed the way his throat worked at her words, seeing the small crack in his usual stoicism. He kept his lips pursed, full and looking so ready to be kissed. Rhea would be lying if she said their proximity wasn’t having an effect on her, just like she’d be lying if she said every time he touched her just for the simple matter of guiding her through a crowd didn’t burn her skin.

Calum lifted his chin, Rhea mirroring the movement with a lip parted smirk, her hand still gripping his tie. “Don’t make it sound like you don’t enjoy it.”

Her grin widened, heart thumping. “I’d enjoy it even more if you forgot the idea of look and don’t touch.”

She’d been pushing him for the past month, but had never been this obvious about what she wanted—him. He could feel his pants tightening with every word she uttered, with every inch of distance she closed, with the alluring look in her eyes that could probably start and end wars. She was taking control of the power she had over him he had tried to keep out of her reach, power he tried to keep himself from giving into. But, fuck, not anymore.

His left hand shot up and grasped the back of her head, tilting it back to get her to keep eye contact, hearing the small gasp that escaped her at the action. There was a fire burning in the pit of Calum’s stomach at the sight of the excitement and desire lighting up her eyes, not even sparing a second as his lips came down on hers.

There was nothing slow about them; not in Rhea’s reaction in kissing him back or the way both of their grips tightened on the other—in how Rhea used his tie to keep him close and his grip on her head tightened as his tongue met hers in urgent, needy strokes. Her body felt like it was on fire from just his kiss, and Calum could feel every drop of blood in his veins as every sense of his was heightened by the princess’s touch.

Calum threw caution in the wind, pushing away the fact that this was the princess, that he most definitely shouldn’t be doing this. But her touch was enticing, her kiss intoxicating, and Calum groaned into her mouth as he felt her untuck his button down from his pants and deftly begin to undo the buttons.

Their movements were quick, urgent, as she slid the jacket and shirt off his shoulders in one go, right after undoing his tie and tossing it to the floor while also ridding of the gun sling—that she was more careful of disposing. But before she could even reach for his pants, Calum broke their elongated kiss and used his grip on her hips to push her onto the bed. For a moment, he allowed himself to admire her kiss swollen lips, which were a bit smudged in red lipstick that he knew was probably decorating his mouth too, and he couldn’t help but think how fucking delicious she looked, staring up at him with wide, eager eyes that took in the tattoos decorating his skin. Her eyes flickered over them all and Calum knew eventually he’d be expected to answer questions about them, and he found himself ready to give her the answers.

But for now, he dropped to his knees as she remained laying, only propped up by one elbow, gasping when his hands found her hips and he roughly pulled her to the edge of the bed. Calum’s right hand trailed up her leg, exposed thanks to the slit on her dress, fingers feathering over her skin until he reached the waistband of her underwear, hidden just underneath the dress.

Calum wished there was time to admire her, to worship every inch of her royal skin, but there was a party going on in the palace and people were sure to miss the presence of their princess. And as much as he wanted her to be just his princess for as long as possible, he knew he didn’t have that luxury tonight, knew she’d have to go back out soon.

So he practically tore her underwear off, smirking at the protesting yelp that passed her lips as well as the lace panty that matched her dress. Calum shushed her, ignoring the narrowing of her blue eyes, as he pulled up her dress, and Rhea was quick to sit up just enough to expertly undo the zipper before pulling it over her head, dropping it on the bed as Calum admired the sight of her in the navy blue bra that left little to the imagination. His breath hitched, cock twitching in the confines of his pants, as she took off that, too, showing off breasts he yearned to get his mouth on, but he’d give into that another time.

Time was limited, but he still demanded just a little taste.

Arms wrapping around her thighs, Calum pulled the princess all the way towards him before delving his tongue to her waiting entrance, no foreplay for the foreplay. He would love to take it slow, to indulge in every second and in her for as long as possible, but they couldn’t tonight.

Rhea gasped at the sensation of his warm tongue giving attention to her core, head tilting back as her hands found home in his hair. Her fingers tangled in the soft strands, tugging at them, earning a groan of approval from the bodyguard, the sounds he was making vibrating throughout Rhea’s body. His right arm went across her hips, keeping her still as his tongue sinfully slid between her folds, her taste making him dizzy and the feel of his tongue between her walls driving her absolutely mad, along with his left hand trailing up and ring clad fingers gripping her breast, fingers teasing the perky nipple.

Her breath was picking up, sensual, appreciative whimpers escaping the princess that only egged Calum on, thumb flexing to rub on her clit to send even more waves of pleasures through her writhing body. He felt her fingers push back his hair, took the opportunity to flicker his gaze up and lock his eyes with hers just as he took her clit between his lips, a smirk curling when Rhea let out the most gorgeous sound and squeezed her eyes shut while throwing her head back, completely at his mercy as her hips ground against his mouth, desperately wanting more.

She was about to fall off the edge, knew her high was about to reach its peak, and Calum gave her clit one last kiss before completely pulling away, denying her the release she was so fucking close to. Rhea’s chest fell with the heavy breath she released, face flushed a pretty pink as she found the energy to lift her head to glare at him. “What the fu—”

He shut her up with his lips on hers, and she returned the eager kiss as he worked his pants off blindly, pulling out a condom from his wallet, their bare chests pressed together. The relief he felt to rid his cock from its confines wouldn’t be matched until it was buried in her, he knew, and as he rolled the condom on Calum mumbled gruffly against Rhea’s lips, “Want you to cum around me, Princess.”

Rhea’s arms looped under his, nails digging into his shoulders right when he sank into her. The room was filled with the sounds they made and the scent of weed, and Rhea was sure Calum could give her a better high than any drug as she felt him fill up every inch of her, gasping against his mouth as his lips dragged against hers. Calum right hand placed itself against the mattress next to her head, keeping himself up, his other arm folded between them as his ring clad fingers found her throat as he began fucking into her, the bite of his rings something Rhea didn’t know she needed but hoped would leave some kind of marks. Maybe he should’ve taken her from behind, rough and fast, but he wanted to see her face; wanted to watch every pleasurable expression her features made and watch the sounds escape from her pretty lips.

Each drag of his cock, each ridge she could feel against her walls, had Rhea gasping for breath as Calum’s teeth took her lower lip hostage, hips slamming into hers as the sound of skin slapping against skin joined the room, the sounds she was making only edging him on more. She looked dizzy with desire, eyes closing and eyebrows arching at every thrust and movement she felt inside.

“Feel so good around me, Princess,” Calum rasped, reveling in the way her nails dug into his skin, hoping she’d leaven crescent shapes in her wake. He dragged his lips up her jaw, never relenting in his thrusts, drunk on how snug she felt around him. His lips sucked a spot on her neck, apparently being the exact area that had her letting out a moan of approval, the feel of his lips and teeth and scruff against her skin inviting. “Fit for a fuckin’ king.”

Rhea’s hand went to the back of his head, once again tangling her fingers in his hair, legs around his waist as he pounded into her. She could feel her orgasm building quickly, especially from being denied before, her heart thundering and skin alight on a fire she didn’t want to put out. “All for you,” she gasped out, nails dragging across his scalp while the others dug into his shoulder. “Oh, fuck, Calum, ’m close.”

“Me too, doll,” he groaned, feeling the tight knot ready to release, pressing his forehead against hers as he said, “Let go for me, yeah? Let go, princess.”

She saw stars behind her eyes, holding Calum close as she felt her body give into him and everything he was evoking in her, and his moans joined hers as he sounded them against her when he felt her release, himself following soon after with stuttering hips and a deep groan that sent shivers down Rhea’s heated body. Calum closed his eyes, burying his face in the crook of her neck, inhaling her sweet scent as he rode out his high, overwhelmed with a tight chest as his stubble sensually scratched her skin and her arms remained wrapped around him.

Fuck the party. She wanted to stay like this for as long as they could.

                                                          *****

Waking up to the sound of a belt buckling, Rhea blinked open her eyes, only to close them briefly as she stretched with a soft whine and turn onto her other side, eyes opening to catch sight of Calum standing by the bed, in his pants and unbuttoned shirt. His eyes met hers as he finished fixing the belt, a small smile quirking at the corners of his lips. Even with her just waking up, she was still the prettiest sight he could ever be lucky enough to witness.

“What time is it?” she hummed sleepily, the room still a bit dark, telling her the sun hadn’t risen all the way yet.

“Nearly five,” Calum answered, voice thick and heavy from just waking up. His hair was still in a bed head mess, curly atop his head—a style Rhea had voiced her appreciation on a number of times. She groaned at the early hour, burying her face in his pillow, adoring how it smelt like him. “I’ve got to meet with Barrow before the start of the day.”

Rhea huffed, pressing the blanket to her bare chest as she sat up, bringing it up to her neck because it was chilly in her room. Calum’s body had provided optimal warmth throughout the night and she yearned for him to join her back on the bed. “Can’t stay for just a few more minutes?”

“Sorry, princess,” he responded regretfully, and, God, him calling her by her title shouldn’t sound as hot as it did. Buttoning the rest of his shirt up, he leaned down and pressed a kiss to her pouting lips, smirking lazily when he pulled away and she tried to follow his lips with closed eyes. “Duty calls.”

The pout returned to her lips, shoulders dropping as she looked up at him with those pretty blue eyes. “Your duty is to look after me.”

Calum chuckled fondly, tucking his shirt in before reaching for his tie on the floor. “Only when you’re vulnerable and need the protection.”

“I’m naked in my bed. That’s pretty vulnerable, isn’t it?”

He rolled his eyes, though the grin remained on his face as he picked up his gun sling before pulling out the weapon from the bedside drawer, holstering it and pulling on his suit jacket. Calum then grasped Rhea’s chin with his fingers, tipping her face up as he dipped down to kiss her once more. “Go back to sleep, angel. I’ll see you in a few hours, yeah?”

She smiled, soft and beautiful and breathtaking. “I look forward to it.”

He was gone a few minutes later after putting on his socks and shoes and fixing his hair as best he could. But Rhea couldn’t fall back asleep, instead laying in the center of her bed as she stared up at the ceiling, biting down on her lower lip to keep herself from grinning too widely.

It was a constant feeling now, one of flutters in her stomach and her heart racing and skin warming and cheeks hurting from smiling, when it came to Calum. Over two weeks ago did they first sleep together at the night of her mother’s birthday, and now him sleeping in her bed wasn’t unusual. After that night, things had drastically changed between them for the better.

For one, Calum was more open to her. That night, after the party was over, he snuck back into her room once again, the two of them immediately falling into her bed together, though that time they had taken their time. Pleasured each other leisurely, passionately, like they couldn’t before. And then they laid in bed, and Rhea asked about one of his tattoos, and he explained the meaning behind it. And then she fell asleep with his arm around her and woke up the next morning with him still in her bed, and she felt an overwhelming surge of something for him.

Of course, their discretions didn’t stop there. They found many places in the palace to steal kisses and orgasms, ranging from the wine cellar to the palace library. They were either quick and rough or slow and passionate, and Rhea thoroughly enjoyed both endeavors. At the same time, Rhea got to know Calum more; he talked about his family, his friends, his life. She got to know mundane details about him as well as memories he held dear, and she divulged into her own childhood as he asked more about her, too.

And they fell. Quick and fast and dizzyingly so, but neither were upset about. Neither fought it. It felt good. It felt right. Never had she felt such a connection, a balance, with anyone else, and never had anyone looked at her or made her feel alive like Calum did.

Every time he kissed her, held her, looked at her—Rhea knew he felt the same way.

It wasn’t until noon did Rhea see Calum again, when she was exiting the palace’s doors and heading down the steps to her waiting car so they could make a trip to a soup kitchen. Unlike when they first met, Calum flashed her a charming, boyish grin as she descended the steps, and Rhea admired that his initial stoicism and blank expressions were gone, for the most part. He was still ever focused on his duties, especially when they weren’t in the safe grounds of the palace, but ever since they got together, he made it a point to offer her a gorgeous smile, a bit of a reminder to both of them that he wasn’t just her bodyguard anymore.

“Afternoon, princess,” Calum greeted smoothly once she reached him. “Have a good night’s sleep?”

Rhea smirked at the amusement lighting up his brown eyes. “You know I did.”

He chuckled, smile turning cocky as he reached behind him to open the door. Just as Rhea was about to get in, however, a voice halted her movements. “Forgive me, your Highness.” She paused, left hand on top of the door, as she looked over to see Mr. Barrow coming down the steps, another security personnel following behind him. Both Calum and Rhea looked at the head of security in question as he continued, “But I’m afraid I’m going to have to ask Mr. Hood to stay back. There’s some important matters I must discuss with him.”

Rhea frowned, not liking or used to leaving the palace without Calum at her side. While initially she hadn’t been a fan of his presence, now Rhea looked forward to it every time she had to go somewhere. For a time, she got to be alone with him. “Can’t it wait until we get back?”

Mr. Barrow shot her an apologetic look. “I’m afraid not,” he responded before gesturing to the bodyguard next to him. “Mr. Irwin will accompany you for today.”

Rhea looked at the other man, familiar in face and name, who shot her a polite, professional smile that hinted at dimples. Then her gaze shifted to her usual detail, who was frowning at the change, the muscle in his jaw ever so subtly jumping. She wondered what he was thinking, wanted to ask if he was okay, but there was no time. She couldn’t be late, and as much as she wanted Calum to go with her, Rhea hoped whatever Mr. Barrow needed to talk to him about would be resolved quickly so whenever her next outing was, her favorite bodyguard would be at her side.

“Alright,” Rhea sighed, knowing there wasn’t much she could do about it if it was important. She offered Calum a small smile when he looked at her, catching the look in his dark eyes that told her he didn’t want to let her go without him. He had told her once that he found himself genuinely being worried for her safety, wanting to protect her from any potential threat that may be directed her way, and Rhea had felt her heart open up to him in a way it hadn’t for anyone. It made everything feel fast, like they were rushing, but she couldn’t bring herself to care. Not when it felt so perfect. “See you later, bodyguard.”

He offered a nod, giving the smallest of smiles as she got in the car and Ashton walked around to get in the other side. Rhea watched as Calum shut the door behind her, the car pulling away too soon as she sat against the seat, frowning at her lap. She glanced at Ashton, asking him, “Do you happen to know what Barrow wants to talk to Calum about?”

Ashton looked at her before an apologetic expression flashed across his face. “No, your Highness, I don’t. But I’m sure it’s nothing to worry about.”

Except, for the life of her, that’s all Rhea did. They arrived to the soup kitchen and while she walked and talked with the director, all Rhea could think of was Calum. There was a moment where she wondered if what Mr. Barrow had to talk to Calum was about the two of them, that if somehow Mr. Barrow found out. But there wasn’t some rule that Calum couldn’t be with Rhea; sure, it was frowned upon, given his job and her title, but it wasn’t law. The prince and princess were free to be with whoever they wanted, their parents not ones for marrying their children off to the next available suitor. Calum had made a comment, their first night together, about being fired for being with her. But Rhea highly doubted that would happen. Calum shouldn’t be punished for being with her, and if it came to it, she refused to let it happen.

Maybe she was being paranoid. Hopefully.

But it wasn’t until she arrived back to the palace, a few hours later, and received a text from Calum to meet him in the tunnels under the palace. Her heels clicked against the cement floor, squinting slightly against the dim light until she caught sight of his figure leaning against the wall, a familiar glow of the end of a cigarette as he took a drag of it.

“Hey,” she greeted with a smile, coming to a stop in front of him. But then her smile diminished at the sight of his expression, saw the way his jaw remained tight as he blew out a cloud of smoke, head tilted back and throat working a bit. His expression was blank, and Rhea didn’t like seeing that face on him unless they were in public and he was completely focused on his duties. “Calum,” she frowned, taking a step towards him. “What’s wrong?”

“Barrow knows.” Rhea blinked, surprised by his words despite her own suspicions earlier. Calum straightened his head, the sole of his right foot propped against the wall, cigarette between his finger. “And while I’m not relieved of my duties to the palace, I am relieved of my duties as your personal detail. Some bullshit about conflict of interest.”

That made her let out a sharp, incredulous breath, eyes widened under drawn together eyebrows as indignation flooded her veins. While she could be glad that Calum wasn’t completely fired, Rhea found her cheeks flooding with aggrieved warmth that he would no longer be her bodyguard, that she’d be assigned someone else when the only person she wanted guiding her through crowds and pushing away rowdy people was the man in front of her. She knew, when she first came back home from America she wanted her freedom that came with no bodyguards, and it was hard to believe that was only a month or so ago because now she only wanted a certain bodyguard around her at all times. Times fucking changed fast.

“Conflict of interest?” Rhea repeated disbelievingly, looking bewildered. “If anything, us being together gives you the same interests as just being my bodyguard.” She was pissed, not ready to accept the change Mr. Barrow so gracefully threw at them. With a shake of her head, Rhea said, “I’ll go talk to him right now.”

“Don’t, princess,” Calum sighed, dropping the nub of his cigarette and snuffing it out with his shoe, pushing himself off the wall and standing at his full towering height. “He was mindful enough to keep it to himself and not inform the king. And I know beheading is a thing of the past but I truly think your father would make an exception for me if he knew the truth.”

Rhea didn’t like what she was hearing. She took a step back, frowning, and crossed her arms over her chest as she shrugged challengingly. “So, what? You’re okay with Barrow assigning another detail to me?”

He shot her a look, hard and pointed. “Of course not—”

She cut off his growl. “Then why won’t you let me fight this? You know I’ve got the power to set things right.”

Calum clenched his jaw, getting frustrated in consequence to Rhea’s own rising temper. “If the King were to find out—”

Her anger was reaching its peak. “So fucking what?” Rhea exclaimed, glaring at him in impatient question as her voice echoed in the empty tunnels. “He’s not gonna bloody execute you for being with me, Calum. It won’t be a big deal.”

Calum didn’t get why she didn’t get it, clenching his hands into fists at his side. “Yes, it will,” he insisted through clenched teeth, gruff voice a near growl. “I fuckin’ doubt the King would approve of his only daughter fucking some bodyguard.”

His words silenced Rhea, and he saw the flash of hurt that swept across her face, making him immediately regret what he said. He saw her press her lips together, saw the fierceness in her glare melt away into disappointment, which was so much worse, as her throat worked to keep whatever emotions she was feeling at bay. Oh, shit, he fucked up. He knew he did right in that moment.

“So what is it, Calum?” she asked then, the anger in her voice being replaced by a tentative quiet, eyeing him with a kind of sadness in her blue eyes that made his heart hurt. “Are you afraid of what my father—whose own mother was nothing but a barmaid before she became queen—would think of you, or that what we have is nothing but some meaningless fucking that wasn’t worth defending?”

Calum’s chest deflated, though the tightness remained because this was going down the wrong road so fast, so uncontrollably, and he had no idea how to stop it. Not with how Rhea was looking at him, like it was too late for him to put on the brakes. Like they were accepting their fate to crash. And he felt like shit, felt his throat drying and stomach twisting painfully because he knew his words hurt her and gave her the impression that he didn’t care enough, but that wasn’t the fucking case. He was just—

Confused? Afraid? He didn’t fucking know. Everything happened so quick, he never gave himself a moment to think about it all, only how much he liked Rhea. How much he adored her smile and laugh and the conversations they had and her touch and just everything about her. So why was he making things so difficult?

When he didn’t answer, Rhea let out a final breath as she looked away from him, blinking as she willed back the sudden tears burning her eyes. She wouldn’t cry, not in front of him, despite the stinging pain taking over her body as she wondered if this was a bitter end to something beautiful before it could even properly start.

“Right, well,” she cleared her throat after sniffling, and Calum’s heart broke at the shake in her voice, knowing he was the cause of it. He wanted to reach out and hold her, kiss her and tell her he was sorry, but Rhea was already taking steps away from him, and he feared that he already put an end to things. Fucking fuck, he was an idiot. Her blue eyes briefly met his brown ones, and he saw the hurt and disappointment, a million times worse than seeing anger. “Enjoy your new duties, Calum.”

And then she left, leaving him feeling just as empty as these dark tunnels.

Calum threw his head back, eyes shutting as he felt the pain of the bricks against his cranium, uncaring because he deserved it, jaw clenching tight enough to crack his teeth. How ironically cruel was it that he broke the heart he was meant to protect?

                                                          *****

He was her bodyguard for over a month, they’d been together for a little over two weeks, separated for nearly three, and it shouldn’t feel as agonizing as it did. But it fucking did. And Rhea just wanted it to stop. This kind of pain shouldn’t accompany the loss of something that didn’t even last that long, yet Rhea felt as though her heart was being crushed and lungs were losing air. Because she knew that while she and Calum hadn’t been together long, it had been good. In that short amount of time, things had changed between them; she saw him smile more, they got to know each other more, and he so quickly made his way into her heart.

And now with him being given ground security duty, she only ever saw him if she ventured out to the palace gardens.

She wasn’t sure what excuse Mr. Barrow had given her parents about her change of security—her new detail was Ashton, who she liked enough because he was personable—but it seemed to quell them. Something about using Calum’s skills of surveillance and assuring them Ashton also excelled at what he did to promote that their daughter was safe in his company. Rhea wanted to call Mr. Barrow on his bullshit, berate him for interfering in her life and the man she wanted. But Calum hadn’t let her fight this either, so was it truly worth it?

Rhea thought it was. It was disheartening that Calum didn’t.

Keeping her gaze ahead, Rhea was fighting her willpower tooth and nail to keep herself from shifting her stare just a few inches to her left, where Calum stood, the closest they’ve been in weeks. But it was an all hands on deck situation, with the royal family in the less privileged part of their city, where there lived more opposers than supporters of the monarchy. But it seemed as though those loyal to the crown had shown up mostly, cheers and love being thrown all around towards Rhea and her family the moment they arrived.

The crown had donated much of its time and funds to open up a new shelter for those without homes, just a first step in the direction of making this side of town a bit better. There were more plans to open up schools and orphanages around as well, wanting to help get people off the streets as much as they could, and Rhea knew there were many that were grateful. But since this part of town wasn’t the most agreeable and the entire family was out to commemorate the opening of the shelter, almost the entirety of the royal security team was out with them, which meant Calum was there, too. Specifically, standing just five feet to her left.

He stood with that ever present hard look on his face, utterly unapproachable and intimidating with broad shoulders squared and hands in front of him, intently watching the crowd gathered for the family standing in front of the newly built shelter. Rhea’s father was saying something, thanking the people and the country for the support, talking about how important it was to help their fellow people. She couldn’t entirely focus, not with Calum right there.

She wondered if he missed her the way she missed him, or if she was just being ridiculous for the intense feelings that struck her out of nowhere. Honestly, how had she fallen for him so fast? That was a first, and of course her heart was broken before anything could fully come from it.

Rhea was pulled out of her thoughts when the crowd started clapping and her parents and brother shifted to face the building, and Rhea blinked and followed suit when she realized it was time for her father to cut the ribbon. She moved robotically, mirroring their movements as they stepped over to the ribbon as the photographers for TV, magazines and newspapers kept their cameras on them.

The next few moments were a blur. Her father cut the ribbon with the appointed director of the shelter while Rhea watched along with her mother and brother, clapping and painting on that charming princess smile to hide the fact that she wasn’t at all mentally present during this occasion as they posed for the pictures. People were cheering, photographs were being taken, and soon enough the family was supposed to move to go inside the building.

But then everything went to hell.

“Burn down with the monarchy!”

Rhea heard the words and she heard the shot that ran following them, the sound of thunder cracking without the rawness of a storm, freezing her heart and blood and shaking her to her very core. The sounds of people screaming in panic didn’t even register in Rhea’s mind following the ear-splitting bang because she was on the ground, the air knocking out of her lungs as the concrete came in contact with her back, her eyes squeezing shut in anxious terror as she felt the weight of something—someone—cover her body.  

The pounding of her heart took over the sound of everyone yelling, panicking, throat dry in nerves and stomach twisting in nauseous fear. Rhea didn’t dare open her eyes, wasn’t ready to see any aftermath of the gunshot that sounded through the air, was paralyzed in fear of the thought of it hitting her parents or brother because while she was numb in dread, she knew she hadn’t been hit. But that didn’t mean her body wasn’t shaking over what just happened, that she wasn’t in a state of shock and terror and disbelief that someone just shot a gun at her and her family.

“You’re okay.” Rhea felt herself still at the sound of the familiar voice, body freezing and breath hitching at the low rasp that was whispering reassuringly in her ear over the commotion of their surroundings. “You’re alright, princess. Look at me, angel—you’re okay.”

Rhea’s breathing was heavy, her mind screaming at her not to open her eyes in fear of seeing someone hurt, but Calum’s voice was soothing, familiar, and encouraging. So she swallowed the thick lump in her throat, slowly blinked her eyes open and turned her head from the position of her cheek against the ground, her fearful blue eyes meeting a pair of warm, reassuring brown ones.

It made sense that her nose was intoxicated by his familiar scent as Calum’s body was covering hers, having been the one who protectively tackled her to the ground as soon as the shooter yelled out. He was hovering above her, their heavy breaths mingling, working to calm down both of their racing hearts, and Rhea felt a flood of relief calm her down at the sight of him—at the prospect of him protecting her. Their noses were touching, both frozen in the shock of events, and Rhea’s hands were moving at their own accord as her right one shakily reached up and cupped his cheek, as if she was in a state of disbelief that he was right there. His dark eyes were wide as he stared at her, relief that she was okay but a fiery worry that was raging within the irises. He saved her.

Her other hand went to grip his right bicep, only for him to flinch ever so slightly as her hand came in contact with the wet, warm fabric of his suit jacket. She frowned, eyes widening when her hand pulled back, only to be stained with a red that had her heart dropping to the pit of her stomach.

“Oh, my God,” Rhea panicked, gaze going from her shaking, red hand to Calum’s face, and she knew he could see the terror once again take over her features, could hear it in her unsteady, frightened voice. “Oh, God, you’re hurt. You—you got shot.”

He could feel the warm blood trickling down his skin under the material of his suit jacket and shirt, but it wasn’t bad. It stung, but it wasn’t head numbingly painful, which told him the injury wasn’t serious. “’S just a flesh wound, princess. Don’t wo—”

“Hood!” Mr. Barrow’s voice shouted over the still rowdy, alarmed crowd. “We need to get the family out of here! Move!”

Before either of them could comprehend what was happening, Calum was being pulled off of Rhea as she was being helped to her feet, and she felt her own panic set in as she was being pulled away from him at the hands of two security guards she didn’t give a second glance to. “No, wait!” she yelled, their hands on her elbows as she tried to pull from their grip, her unnerved gaze going back to Calum, who was being forced to go handle the crowd with the other guards. “No, he’s hurt—let me fucking go!”

She knew she was freaking out, knew her security team was doing what was in her best interest, but her hand was stained with Calum’s blood over a shot that would’ve hit her if it hadn’t been for him and she did not want to fucking leave him. Rhea vaguely remembered him saying it was just a flesh wound, but he was bleeding, and she wouldn’t settle until a doctor or two looked at him. Her panic from someone trying to hurt her and her family had melted when she distantly heard Barrow shouting at a man to hold still, assuming they caught the offender, and was replaced with incessant worry over Calum.

Her thrashing got her nowhere at the hands of the burly security guards, her heart pounding and throat beginning to grow raw from her screams of demands to being let go, which they dutifully ignored until they put her in the back of the car where the rest of her family was before the driver set off.

They drove away from the crowd, the car a tense silence interrupted only by Rhea’s heavy breathing, mind on Calum and if he was okay and how he protected her from a fucking bullet. She didn’t care that it was his job—the last thing she would ever ask for is anyone to jump in front of a gun for her, royalty be fucking damned.

“Rhea,” her mother gasped, drawing her absent attention towards her as she reached forward from where she sat, her hand anxiously grabbing Rhea’s hand. “Why—there’s blood—who’s is this? Are you hurt?”

She heard Roland curse at the sight of her red hand, her father’s expression crumbling into worry as her mother’s eyes began tearing, and Rhea slowly shook her head. “No,” she whispered, throat raw and chest heavy from what the fuck just happened. “No, it’s not—I’m not hurt. This—it’s Calum’s.” Her voice broke. Fuck, she knew he was probably okay, if they were sending him out to the crowd, if he was standing on his own two feet. But his blood was on her hands and they hadn’t spoken for nearly a month and things have gotten so fucking serious, so fucking fast. “I—He said it’s a flesh wound but he jumped in front of me and got hit.”

Rhea was numb. She desperately needed him to feel again.

                                                          *****

The second Rhea heard Calum was in the palace infirmary, she was running down the halls, dodging the maids and advisors and anyone else lingering as she ran like her damn life depended on it. Only an hour, maybe two, had passed since the incident in front of the shelter, but it could’ve lasted a lifetime in Rhea’s mind, desperate and impatient to see Calum, to check if he was okay. Her family most definitely noticed her jitters, her nerves and panic, but didn’t question her yet, not in the state she was in.

It was strange; she wasn’t shaken up about the fact that someone tried to shoot at her and family like she was over the fact that Calum actually did get shot, regardless if it was a flesh wound or whatever.

Part of being in the monarchy, it seemed.

She didn’t care that it was his job, or that he’s probably been shot at before since he was in the army, that this wasn’t new to him. But someone she cared about, despite their recent troubles, being hurt because of her? Rhea was shaken.

Entering the infirmary, she immediately caught sight of Calum sitting on the edge of the bed, wearing just his pants and shoes as the palace doctor, Dr. Heralds, finished wrapping Calum’s right bicep with a white bandage. Dr. Heralds was the one to see Rhea, since Calum’s bare back was to her, muscles rigid and shoulder square, as she tentatively approached them.

“Princess Rhea,” Dr. Heralds greeted, a hint of surprise in his tone at the sight of her. She saw Calum’s head turn slightly, looking at her over his left shoulder as she made her way over. “Come to see one of our heros of the day?”

Before Rhea could say anything, coming to stand by the foot of the bed, Calum spoke up in a modest yet raspy tone, “Irwin was the one who tackled the shooter, doc.”

“Yes, but you’re the one that took a bullet for our princess.” Dr. Heralds finished the wrapping. “Come back every week so I can check for infections, but these antibiotics I’ve given should prevent them already.” Calum nodded, eyeing the bottle of pills on the bedside, as Dr. Heralds gathered the materials. He glanced at Rhea, who still stood by the bed, lips pursed and gaze on Calum, before awkwardly saying, “I’ll leave you two to it.”

“Thank you, Dr. Heralds,” Calum sounded appreciatively.

“You’re welcome,” Dr. Heralds responded before offering the princess a smile. “Your Highness.”

Rhea looked at him to offer a small smile of her own before the doctor left the room, and she swallowed before slowly making her way to where he had stood in front of Calum. He sat, chest and arms in display, right bicep wrapped in a bandage as she eyed it warily, worriedly. Calum caught her stare, unable to detect what kind of tension was hovering in the room, as he said, “I told you, it’s just a graze. Nothin’ to worry about.”

Her gaze flickered to meet his, a dull ache and heaviness in her chest as her expression remained worried with a hint of disbelief. “You still got shot.” Rhea let out a short humorless laugh with a shake of her head. “How is that not something to worry about?”

Calum’s brown eyes were on hers, and Rhea suddenly detected a hint of sadness in them, the kind that made her breath hitch and heart hurt, especially when his lips pulled into a small, self-deprecating smile. “’M not someone worth bein’ worried over, princess. Not when I gave up on us before even giving us a shot because I was a coward.”

Rhea’s heart jumped to her throat, lips parting to take in a breath at his words as her eyebrows raised slightly in surprise. Her heart, like it usually did around Calum, was beginning to pick up its pace. “You took a bullet for me. That’s not something a coward would do,” she said, unsure of what else to say, too overwhelmed to think of much despite going weeks thinking of words to say to Calum, to convince him to give them a chance despite not being one to beg or ask for anything. But for him, she was willing, if it meant them being happy. Because she knew they would be, together. If only they hadn’t been stubborn.

Calum cracked a smile, boyish and handsome. “Had to prove I liked you some way, didn’t I?”

She couldn’t help the incredulous laugh that escaped her, feeling a bit of relief at the lighthearted humor he provided as she pulled her lower lip into her mouth and shook her head. “A bit fucking extreme, don’t you think?” she retorted with a raise of her eyebrows.

He laughed, breathy and throaty and Rhea adored the sight of his smile, warming her heart and melting away her anxieties and worries caused by today’s events. Without letting herself think too much, she stepped forward, placing herself in the spot between his legs as her hands came up to cup his cheeks. Calum’s smile faltered slightly, his scruff tickling her palms, brown eyes clashing with intense blue as she stared down at him.

“Don’t do that again,” she said, her voice quiet and pleading, taking in his familiar pine scent that she missed over the weeks. Calum could see the worry back in her eyes, eyebrows drawn together as her thumbs lightly stroked his cheeks. “You fucking scared me.”

“I’m sorry,” he murmured, their foreheads pressing together as she felt his uninjured left arm wrap around her waist. Their chests were tight with emotions, stemming from what happened in front of the shelter as well as the weeks they’ve been apart, wanting nothing more than to be together. “For everything. I like you too much, angel, to be a coward and get in my own way. ’M not letting that happen again.”

Rhea felt her heart lift giddily in relief, her muscles relaxing at his words that she’s been wanting to hear for weeks. But most of all, she was just glad that he was okay, that he was here in all his stupidly handsome, bodyguard glory. “Better not,” she smiled before slanting her lips over his in a kiss both of them had been desperate for.

Neither of them knew how long they stayed like that, lips pressed together in craved kisses as his arm held her close and her hands stayed on his face, tongues meeting leisurely and pleasurably as they savored one another. Their bodies relaxed in the other’s touch, relief flooding them and calming them down from the storm brewing within them the day things had gone to shit. But it was okay. They were good now, and they were glad for it.

“Pardon me for interrupting.”

Rhea instantly pulled away at the sound of her father’s voice, eyes widening as her hands dropped from Calum’s face and his arm let go of her, the princess taking a step back as she caught sight of her father. The king approached the bed, concealing the look of amusement he was feeling having caught the two, especially at the look of alarm that crossed over the very bodyguard’s face the king knew to be hard faced and stoic. This was quite a chance.

“I was just coming by to make sure one of our saviors was doing well,” the king continued casually, coming to stand next to Rhea as he shot her a knowing look with raised eyebrows. “But it seems as though my daughter has beaten me to it.”

Rhea looked at Calum, who for the life of him couldn’t wipe off the stunned expression from his face, both of them knowing that the king had most definitely caught them making out. Rhea knew Calum was internally panicking, knowing full well this was something he had been worried about from day one, and she desperately hoped none of his fears would come true in this moment. She herself wasn’t exactly sure what they should expect from her father, but she’d be lying if she wasn’t just the slightest bit worried.

“You took a bullet for my daughter, Mr. Hood,” her father spoke up, his expression and tone becoming serious as he briefly eyed Calum’s bandaged arm. “I am grateful and in your debt for that.”

Calum somehow managed to find his tongue—Rhea would be lying if she wasn’t kind of amused at the badass bodyguard’s alarm, but she kept that to herself. “I was just doing my job, your Majesty.”

“Yes, well, you gave Rhea quite a fright, and for the life of me I couldn’t figure out why she was in hysterics. That is, until I walked in here.” Rhea’s face flushed at her dad’s words, could see Calum’s gaze dropping as his skin probably lit itself on fire as well. Oh God, here it comes. Rhea wasn’t sure if she was going to like what her father was going to say. “My daughter cares a great deal for you, Mr. Hood. I thank you for choosing to serve the crown and protect my daughter. I will tell Mr. Barrow to reinstate you as Rhea’s personal detail—it’s fair, don’t you think?”

Rhea’s eyes widened, turning her head to look up at her dad, feeling the grin lift the corner of her lips as she asked, “Really? You don’t—it’s alright with you?”

“Of course,” the king chuckled, looking at her in confusion before grinning. “Why wouldn’t it be? Who you choose to be with is up to you, sweetheart. Mr. Hood is a good man whose judgement doesn’t seem to get clouded. As your bodyguard as well as being the man in your life, I think he’d be the perfect detail, don’t you?”

Rhea was about to burst in excitement and relief, face flushed with her chest light and airy and every bit of tension leaving her body. Honestly, she had doubted that her father was going to tell her she couldn’t be with Calum, but she knew it was something he had worried about. So hearing him actually say he was fine with it, that he supported it, brought a kind of relief Rhea didn’t know she needed. And when she looked at Calum, saw the look of disbelief and solace take over his face, she knew that his worries had been quelled.

So when her father left with a shake of Calum’s hand and the dark haired tattooed man offering a, “Thank you, your Majesty”, Rhea grinned as she stepped back in front of Calum, a kind of happiness taking over her that was reminiscent to what she’d felt during those sole two weeks they’d been together. She raised her eyebrows, giddy. “Guess no beheading for you, huh?”

Calum let out a deep, breathy scoff of a laugh as he shook his head at what just happened, running his fingers through his hair before reaching his arm out for her. “Shut up, princess,” he said, before silencing her laugh with another much needed kiss.

                                                      *****

“So, Princess Rhea.” She tried not to roll her eyes at the sound of the familiar voice, looking away from her friends and at Prince Dion of a neighboring country. “Am I correct to assume you’ve attended the ball by yourself?”

“No, you’re not,” she responded, a practiced sweet smile on her face despite the edge in her tone. Honestly, Rhea didn’t have time for Dion’s shit; she never liked him, always thought of him as arrogant and self centered in the ugly kind of way, and hated whenever they had balls at the palace and he attended them. “My boyfriend is on duty.”

Dion’s eyebrows furrowed. “Duty?” With a purse of her lips, Rhea pointed over to where Calum stood by one of the entryways of the ballroom, stoic and focused as usual, looking irrevocably handsome. Rhea couldn’t wait to have him in her bed. Dion looked back at Rhea after catching sight of Calum, a disapproving expression on his face. “The bodyguard? Really?” Rhea’s eyes narrowed at his affronted tone. “I just assumed that was you going through some sort of breakdown before you remembered that royals are your best bet.”

Rhea blinked as her friends let out irritated, annoyed protests, looking away as an incredulous, humored laugh escaped her. Honestly, whatever Dion had to say didn’t affect her in any way, but what he just said was so damn ridiculous that she was unsure if she’d even heard him right, if he was being genuinely serious. Some people were just so. . . Stupid. “No, it’s just me having the best sex of my life with the man I love,” she responded, sweet and true and unapologetic.

Her girl friends giggled and her guy friends let out cheering approvals, and Rhea just shrugged with a smile at Dion’s startled expression. She and Calum have been together for almost six months now, and she wasn’t going to let some privileged, stuck up prince of another country make it sound like what she had with Calum was any less than what she could have with a prince. Her and Calum? A hundred times better, without a doubt.

The night continued and Dion didn’t bother Rhea again, much to her relief, and she found herself enjoying the rest of the ball, dancing with friends and chattering with the guests that attended. It went on for hours, and Rhea wasn’t returning to her room until it was nearly three in the morning—though that was because after every guest left, Rhea and some of her friends went to the gardens to talk and hang out for a bit, her parents retired to go to sleep while her brother was out of the country.

“So what was goin’ on earlier?” Calum questioned as they walked down the empty halls of the palace, arms looped together as they went. “When your friends were shouting at that blonde guy?”

Rhea thought for a moment, wondering what he could be talking about, before remembering Dion and how she told him how better Calum was in one simple sentence. The thought of that brought a smile to her lips, a giggle bubbling past her as Calum glanced down at her with an amused expression. But before she could answer him, they walked past a room that no one ever really went into, the room just there as a kind of memorabilia rather than something to go into, though it was cleaned as often as the other rooms in the palace.

With knowledge of what was inside, Rhea bit her lip before changing their direction, pulling Calum along as she headed towards the door and pushed it open, pulling Calum inside before shutting it and turning on the lights. It was a grand room, with sleek floors and windows high up on the ceilings and deep red curtains, gold trimmings on the wall similar to the rest of the palace. But the center piece of the room was the chair up front on a small stage, tall and red and gold and meant for a king—a genuine, authentic throne that all of the kings before Rhea’s grandfather sat on. Now it was just a piece for viewing, a memorabilia for the times before. Rhea often came in here as a child, she and her brother taking turns to sit on the chair and pretend to be king and queen. She hadn’t been back in here in a while.

“What are we doin’ in here?” Calum questioned with a quirk of his brows, letting Rhea grab his hand and tug him forward, crossing the room as her emerald colored gown flowed around her as they went. The heels of her strappy pumps clicked against the floor, as they approached the stage, walking up the few steps.

Ignoring Calum’s question, Rhea stopped right in front of the chair before turning to face him, the heels giving her only a bit of height so she was in eyeline with his chin. He was just too tall. “My friends were laughing at Dion’s expense,” she told him, answering his question from before as her fingers undid the single button on his jacket before her hands slid up his torso and chest, loving the feel of his body under the material of the shirt. Rhea smiled, mischief lighting up her eyes, as she continued triumphantly, “Because he said some shit about you and I put him in his place.”

Calum wasn’t one who cared much for what other people thought, so he didn’t look too bothered that some prince of another country was saying something about him. It hardly mattered to him, but the look in Rhea’s eyes had him intrigued. “Yeah?” he mused, hand reaching up so his fingers could tuck back a lock of her black hair behind her ear, his head tilting ever so slightly as he admired her pretty face. “What’d he say?”

Rhea rolled her blue eyes. “Not important,” she dismissed before turning them until Calum felt the back of his legs against the grand chair. There was a coy smile on her face, like she had a plan of some sort, and Calum felt his heart pick up and nerves stand up in excitement, the mere look on her face enough to tighten his pants. She was smiling sweetly, innocently. “What’s important is that I assured him that my bodyguard boyfriend is better than some royal dick I’d be bored of in two seconds.”

At that, Calum let out a loud laugh, head thrown back as the pretty sound of his raspy, wide grinned laugh echoed throughout the grand, empty room. Rhea mirrored his smile, the sight of his warming her heart as those cute crinkles appeared at the corners of his eyes. “So,” Rhea continued through her own giggles as Calum’s laughter also began dying down, her hands on his chest before giving him a push. Calum quieted down as he collapsed in the chair, hands gripping the gold armrests as he peered up at her with raised eyebrows. She stood, smiling prettily with her hands behind her back, looking far too innocent in comparison to the look in her eyes. “We’re in here so I can thank you for keeping this princess completely satisfied.”

Calum’s throat worked. “Rhea—”

He was cut off, not by Rhea’s words, but by the sight of her dress falling right off her figure. Her hands, which had been behind her back, had expertly undone the zipper and soon the spaghetti straps fell and the green dress was nothing but a puddle around her feet, leaving her standing in nothing but a black, strappy and lace lingerie set that knocked every ounce of air right out of Calum’s lungs.

She heard his breath hitch in his throat, a smug smirk on her lips as she stepped out of the dress, the room cold yet his gaze burning her up, and easily straddled his lap. Calum leaned back against the plush, velvet chair, eyes burning with the kind of desire that was reserved only for her, jaw clenching and hands automatically going to Rhea’s hips as she dipped her head and connected her lips with his. Calum groaned into her mouth as Rhea slipped her tongue against his, reveling in the way his fingers dug into her skin and felt the cold metal of his rings against her as she kissed him.

Her hands went between them, deftly undoing his shirt just to be able to touch his warm skin before dropping to the buckle of his belt and she expertly undid it, their lips still locked as she slid the belt off and heard it clatter to the ground before she began undoing the button and zipper of his jeans. She kissed him for a few more moments, heated and eager, his taste committed to memory, before disconnecting their lips and expertly sliding off his lap, taking his pants and boxers off without little to no trouble.

Rhea was on her knees on the floor, right between his legs, leaning forward as her hands rested on his thighs so she could press another lingering kiss to his soft lips, feeling his left hand cup her cheek. “You don’t have t’do this, doll,” Calum murmured against her lips, letting out a breath at the feel of her nails dragging against the tops of his thighs.

“Yes, I do,” she breathed, not one to give him the chance of talking you out of this.

Not that he needed to be told twice. “Alright, then,” Calum rasped, his hand going from her cheek to the back of her head, fingers tangling through the strands as he let himself lean back against the seat. “’M all yours, princess.”

His hold through her was trying to guide Rhea right to where he wanted that pretty mouth of hers, but Calum loved to tease her, so why not return the favor? She heard him let out a sigh as she began pressing kisses to his thighs, much like he did to her, along with the added sensation of her nails dragging across his skin. Calum’s free hand remained on the armrest, gripping it tightly, his fingers in her hair tightening when her kisses finally found where he needed them to be.

Rhea started with using her tongue to trace a vein along his cock, feeling Calum tense under her touch with a soft, shaky exhale, only to let out a deep, sinful moan when Rhea finally took his cock into her mouth and gave a worshipping suck. His head is tilted back, pretty neck Rhea loved marking up in view, but his gaze was on her as he watched her take as much of him into her mouth as she could, one hand working what she couldn’t fit into her mouth while the other rolled his balls just the way she knew he liked.

Calum was in fucking heaven.

He could feel his heart racing, skin firing up at the sight of Rhea on her knees in front of him, soft hair tangled between his fingers as her mouth worked him over just how he liked. “Fuck,” his hoarse voice sounded, feeling her bob her head along his shaft, her mouth warm and inviting and brilliant. “So pretty with my cock in your mouth, angel. So fucking good to me.”

When Rhea hummed against him, the vibrations of the sound emitting another appreciative groan from Calum, he was sure he was done for in that moment. He watched her with parted lips and shaky breaths, her eyes flickering up to meet his clouded with lust and adoration, and it wasn’t long until he could feel his orgasm building, the woman in front of him capable of pulling him apart in a matter of moments.

And she did as Calum felt the familiar ache of needing to let go, grip on the armrest and her hair tightening even more so, and she didn’t relent. Not until he was spilling into her with a guttural groan of satisfaction and she was drinking him for all his worth. Rhea took everything he had to give, feeling him run down her throat as she savored his familiar taste, pulling herself away from him and looking up at him with smug eyes and a charming smile.

He looked so pretty against the chair, breathing heavy as his collarbone tattoos peaked out from underneath his shirt, necklaces glinting against the light of the room. Calum’s cheeks were flushed, lips parted, and he looked so handsome that Rhea got up and returned to straddling his lap, her lips finding his once more in a kiss he instantly returned. She felt his hands run up her sides, fingers dancing across her skin until he cupped her cheeks, kissing her with bruising intensity she felt her stomach excitedly churn for.

“Fuckin’ amazin’, angel, that’s what you are,” Calum growled against her lips, licking into her mouth and tasting himself on her.

Rhea giggled lightly against his lips, her clothed center grinding down on him and reveling in the groan he released. “Wasn’t even done yet,” she murmured, nipping at his lip. “Done already?”

She would be the death of him, he was sure. “Fuck, no.”

Calum recognized the kind of underwear she had on, seen her wear the type before, and as he kissed her his hands were to her hips and untied the bows on either side, pulling apart the flimsy material with ease and dropping it somewhere on the ground. He could feel how wet she was already, yet both let out accompanying moans of pleasure as he dragged a finger up her slit before slipping it into her entrance, Rhea’s breath stuttering when he added a second finger in.

He works her open for a few moments, thumb brushing against her clit ever so often, and before he can completely bring her to her orgasm, Rhea shifts as her hand reaches to grasp the base of his cock. Having had conversations before, both taking the precautionary measures needed, Rhea doesn’t waste a moment before aligning his tip with her entrance before sinking down on him.

Her action was followed by a deep moan emitting from Calum’s throat, a sound Rhea would never get tired of, while she her lips parted in a breathless gasp once he was buried to the hilt and her hands grasped his shoulders. She gave herself a moment to adjust, never needing anything more than just a moment, and with Calum’s hands on her hips, she began moving, setting a rhythm that worked perfectly for both of them.

Calum once again leaned his head back on the chair, gaze on Rhea as if she was an angel sent from fucking heaven, riding him and sending waves of pleasure burning throughout his body. “Take me so well, baby,” he couldn’t help but praise raspily, admiring the breathless moans escaping her and the flush of her skin, wondering how the fuck he got so lucky with someone as stunning as her. “Like a fuckin’ queen.”

A breathless smile quirked at Rhea’s lips, and as she kept up her rhythm, building up his orgasm once more even when he was still fresh from the one before, Calum reached his hand down and let his thumb find her clit. Rhea let out a sweet, savoring sound as he began rubbing it, other hand squeezing her hip, bringing her close to her own orgasm as the large, empty room was filled with the sounds of their heavy breaths and appreciative groans, no doubt accompanying the smell of sex that would fill the room.

It wasn’t long until Calum’s second orgasm was ripping through him, unsurprising with how fucking good Rhea felt around him, riding him, loving on him the way she was. And he felt explosive, heart pounding and grip on her tightening as he spilled inside her for the second time, and the sensation of him filling her up had Rhea’s own release following soon after.

She relaxed against him as Calum leaned back against the chair, her forehead against his neck as his arms remained around her, their breaths heavy and bodies satisfied, minds blissed as they slowly came down from their highs. Calum tilted his head back, staring up at the high ceilings of the room, lips quirking upwards as he felt Rhea press her own lovingly against his skin. His arms were looped around her as he breathed, “I really fuckin’ love you.”

It wasn’t the first time they said it to each other, but it always felt as exciting and thrilling and wonderful as it had when they first did—which was during a lazy morning in her bed when breakfast had been brought to her room and they were sharing stacks of pancakes. Nothing special was going on, until Calum was spilling the words and meaning them with all his heart, and Rhea nearly spilled the syrup on the bed in response before repeating them right back. Breakfast had long been forgotten after that.

She giggled airily, hand reaching up in between them to play with his necklace. “You’re only saying that ’cause I rode you,” she teased, earning a pinch from him. Rhea’s laughter intensified, nipping at his neck before returning, “I love you, too.”

And, God, she did, with every fiber of her being. Just like she was sure during the very first two weeks they were together—it felt good and right with Calum. Even now, six months later, and her feelings only intensified tenfold. He was her bodyguard, her boyfriend, and, quite honestly, she was sure he was the love of her fucking life.

Shifting her head, Rhea rested her cheek against the end of his shoulder so she could look up at his perfect profile; strong jaw, kissable cheeks and lips, lashes to be jealous of and a nose she adored. Feeling her gaze, Calum turned his head towards her, looking down at her with a raise of his brows and a smirk curling at his lips. “What?”

Rhea smiled. “Blame all the oxytocin and endorphins for this extremely fucking cheesy thing I’m about to say.” His eyebrows arched higher, curious, and Rhea’s face flushed as her finger twirled around one of his necklaces. But then she grinned, teasing yet honest, delivering her line filled with cheesiness and love that it was almost sickening, “You may not be a prince, but you’re definitely my king, baby.”  

Calum’s heart warmed and fucking flew right out of his chest, because while her words were definitely as cheesy as she said, they were also delivered with a sincere honesty that made him fall in love with the gorgeous princess all over again. She was smiling sweetly, adoringly, and not for the first time did Calum thank every god—the entire damn universe, really—for letting him push aside his stupidity and let himself fall in love with this perfect fucking woman, who loved him whether or not he was a royal, and had no qualms in showing or expressing it to him or anyone else.

He kissed her, soft and sweet and slow, pouring every ounce of love he held into the kiss, into her. She may have found her king in him, but Calum was pretty sure she was born to be his queen.

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