From Prisoner to Princess [Royal Rebellion Book 1]

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at my shorts. This time I fight back, throwing my head against his in hopes of breaking his nose as well. The Guard curses as my head connect

of this mess. The Guard stops, giving me a chance to try and take a look at the man who is saving me but unfortu

e Guard nearly yells back, causing me to flinch for a moment. What the hell is a

thout warning, the Guard is off me and howling on the floor, his screams of pain making me wince but I am free of him. Shocked, I do nothing but stare at

k dress pants, a matching black leather Jacket, a navy blazer and a deep blue dress shirt under the blazer. A silver belt with a gold buckle holds his pants up and attac

s scanning my body before he lands on my arms. I frown, wanting to

ng, stepping towards the man and turning so that my back is facing him. He makes quick work in

free, I turn to face the man once more and ru

ping back and slowly takes off his jacket before stretching his hand out to me. I reach

trap or not, I want to be warm. Taking the jacket into my hands, I qui

giving me a sense of déja vu as if I have smelt it somewhere before, some time long ago.

ace. Looking to his face, I feel like he is familiar. That deep down I know this man from his startling blue eyes to black as the night sky hair.

rest of his words, my ears begin to ring and I soon find myself falling. Strong arms catch me before I