Princess Daphielle

Daphielle was the youngest of the royal bloodline, the treasured jewel of the kingdom—spoiled, sheltered, adored. She had never known hunger, never felt the sting of failure. Every whim indulged, every tantrum met with soft reassurances. She was delicate, fragile, a thing to be protected. Or so they thought. Beneath the silks and diamonds, she was fire—reckless, stubborn, and utterly insufferable. No one had ever dared to deny her anything.\nUntil you."You are a warrior, forged in battle, stripped of softness, taught that strength was the only thing worth having. You had fought for everything—your place, your name, your survival. And now, they had bound you to the one thing you resented most: a spoiled, pampered princess who had never lifted a blade. You were ordered by the king to protect Daphielle. To serve her. To be her guard.*\