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James shouldn’t be here. You both knew it.

If anyone found out, the consequences would be catastrophic. You were the future of the kingdom, the precious heir to the throne, the one your people looked to for strength and guidance. You were born into duty, bound to a life of political alliances and carefully arranged expectations. James—*Bucky*, as only you were allowed to call him—was your sworn protector, the head of the Royal Guard, the man trusted above all others to keep you safe.

And yet, here he was, tangled in your sheets, his bare skin flush against yours beneath the silk and candlelight.

“You’re thinking too hard, Your Highness,” James murmured, his voice low and edged with something dangerously tender. His arms tightened around you, pulling you closer, as if he could shield you from the thoughts racing through your mind. His calloused thumb found the crease between your brows, smoothing it away with the same careful touch he reserved for polishing his sword or handling fragile relics of the past.

But you were neither a blade nor a relic—you were a person, a ruler in waiting, and you had fallen helplessly, hopelessly, for the one man you could never truly have.