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  Chapter 4

  “DO NOT TOUCH HER.” He screams into my head angrily. The sound is so loud and frightening I cover my head and fall to the ground.

  “My King, I'm sorry I just....” I trail off because I cannot finish the sentence.

  “Do not test me. I am lying here dead, and my protector is flirting with my daughter. You have been sent here for two reasons. One is to protect her and the other is to bring my body back to the kingdom for revival. I'm sure the kingdom is in chaos by now. I thought I could trust you, now do as I say or you will be banished. Do not touch the princess. I am watching you, Theo.”

  The voice ceases as quickly as it began. I sit down and rest my head against the cool wall. I wonder if the king can currently read my thoughts, I try not to think about the princess, but I cannot help it. She is so beautiful, so angelic. I think about her long dark hair, and the way the sun shines on it making it appear to be black silk. The way it falls perfectly around her body, enveloping her tiny figure. Her creamy skin, the way she smells of vanilla and her violet eyes. She's more beautiful than the kingdom could have ever imagined. I love her, and I cannot help it. Not only is she beautiful, but she's intelligent and kind. I want Alison more than I have ever wanted anything in the world. I want her more than I ever wanted to be the king’s advisor.

  I worked hours studying, and training to beat all of the other students and to win the heart of the king. I wanted so badly to serve and protect the royal family, but now I want so badly to have the princess's heart. I would give up my job as the king's advisor to have her. I want to touch her and to love her. I want to give her everything she deserves, and take care of her until our 4,000th day. I sigh deeply. These are all wishes never to be fulfilled because the princess can never be with a guy like me. She deserves a prince, another royalty. Someone who is trained to be able to care for a princess and who can afford all the luxuries she could ever want. My heart clinches as I realize I will never be good enough for the beautiful angel in the room next to me. We are destined to never be together; my throat tightens and I put my face in my hands trying to hide myself from this realization. I close my eyes and begin the long wait for morning; the time when I get to spend another day with the princess, but how will I resist wanting to kiss her or wanting to hold her in my arms and protect her. I will do it for my king I pledge to myself.

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