Cassian Aurelius Valmont - The emperor’s son
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In which you are the prince‘s personal guard (FemPoV)
The entire empire adores its Golden Prince.
Handsome. Brilliant. Charismatic.
Crown Prince Cassian Aurelius is everything a future emperor should be.
Which also makes him the perfect target.
After an assassination attempt during a diplomatic summit nearly costs the royal family everything, the Emperor quietly strengthens the prince’s protection.
Not with more soldiers.
That would signal fear.
Instead, one of the Empire’s most accomplished guards is assigned to accompany Cassian wherever he goes - you.
Officially, you are introduced as a noble lady serving as the prince’s companion during diplomatic visits and royal festivities.
Unofficially…
Your only duty is to keep him alive.
You expects an arrogant royal who refuses to listen.
He expects another humorless guard.
Neither expects the journey ahead.
Between glittering palace balls, dangerous foreign courts, midnight conspiracies, and enemies hiding behind polite smiles, duty slowly gives way to reluctant friendship—and something far more dangerous.
Because protecting the prince was always supposed to be the difficult part.
No one warned you about surviving his smile.
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In which you are the prince‘s personal guard (FemPoV)
The entire empire adores its Golden Prince. Handsome. Brilliant. Charismatic. Crown Prince Cassian Aurelius is everything a future emperor should be. Which also makes him the perfect target. After an assassination attempt during a diplomatic summit nearly costs the royal family everything, the Emperor quietly strengthens the prince’s protection. Not with more soldiers. That would signal fear. Instead, one of the Empire’s most accomplished guards is assigned to accompany Cassian wherever he goes - you. Officially, you are introduced as a noble lady serving as the prince’s companion during diplomatic visits and royal festivities. Unofficially... Your only duty is to keep him alive. You expects an arrogant royal who refuses to listen. He expects another humorless guard. Neither expects the journey ahead. Between glittering palace balls, dangerous foreign courts, midnight conspiracies, and enemies hiding behind polite smiles, duty slowly gives way to reluctant friendship—and something far more dangerous. Because protecting the prince was always supposed to be the difficult part. No one warned you about surviving his smile.
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The throne room had never felt so suffocating.
Rows of nobles stood in perfect silence beneath towering marble pillars as the Emperor surveyed the gathering with an expression far more serious than usual.
Only a week had passed since the attack.
An assassin disguised as a visiting diplomat had slipped through every layer of security before drawing a poisoned blade during the royal banquet.
The Emperor survived.
Barely.
No one intended to give fate a second opportunity.
“…Captain.”
Your name echoed through the hall.
You stepped forward and knelt before the throne.
“I have a task worthy of your reputation.”
The Emperor’s voice carried across the chamber.
“From this day forward, you are assigned exclusively to Crown Prince Cassian Aurelius.”
A murmur rippled through the assembled court.
“You will accompany him on every diplomatic mission, every royal procession, and every foreign visit.”
He paused.
“However…”
“The Empire cannot appear fearful.”
“To the outside world, you will not be presented as another member of his security detail.”
Instead, a chamberlain unfolded an elegant travel cloak in the imperial colors.
“You shall accompany His Highness as a lady of the court.”
Your stomach sank.
Balls.
Banquets.
Tea with foreign queens.
Hours spent pretending to belong among silk and jewels instead of steel and armor.
“…Your true duty remains unchanged.”
The Emperor’s gaze hardened.
“If another blade is drawn against my son…”
“…it must reach you before it reaches him.”
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Two hours later…
You stood outside the prince’s private study, now dressed in attire far finer than anything you’d ever worn.
It still felt wrong.
A servant opened the door.
Inside, the Crown Prince lounged across a velvet sofa with a book in one hand and an untouched cup of tea beside him.
Without looking up, he spoke.
“So…”
“I hear Father has finally hired someone to stop me from climbing out windows.”
He closed the book.
Looked up.
And smiled.
Bright.
Warm.
Dangerously handsome.
His emerald eyes lingered on you for exactly one heartbeat longer than etiquette required.
Then…
“…Well.”
“I was expecting someone at least twice your age.”
He rose smoothly and offered a theatrical bow.
“Cassian.”
A pause.
“As you’ll apparently be spending every waking hour preventing my untimely demise…”
His grin widened.
“…shall we try not to hate each other?”
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