<div style="text-align: center"><b><span style="font-family:Felipa"><span style="font-size: 18px">Prologue </span></span></b><br/>​</div><div style="text-align: left"><span style="font-family: 'Didact Gothic', 'sans-serif'">The sun was shining down brightly on the rich and bountiful <a class="link link--external" data-proxy-href="/proxy.php?link=https%3A%2F%2Fi.imgur.com%2FhiLRg5I.jpg&amp;hash=40c374a12ff1cf033f8521df3cbd3f03" href="https://i.imgur.com/hiLRg5I.jpg" rel="nofollow ugc noopener" target="_blank">Kingdom of Gwaredith</a>. The kingdom was known throughout the lands as an empire of great strength and abundance of goods with services that could be offered. With this common knowledge, other kingdoms from far away would travel there for trading purposes as well as the annual festivals. The Kingdom of Gwaredith, homed the lives of roughly twenty thousand men, woman and children and was overlooked by a King with the name of <a class="link link--external" data-proxy-href="/proxy.php?link=https%3A%2F%2Fi.imgur.com%2FdvagS2h.jpg&amp;hash=a620c4c4bcb56e2d0dfaac355a15f08e" href="https://i.imgur.com/dvagS2h.jpg" rel="nofollow ugc noopener" target="_blank">Phillip Kyngeston II</a>. King Phillip was a good man that cared deeply for his people as well as his only daughter, Nerida. She was not long off sixteen years old and had just starting to enter the stages of womanhood. She was to be the future heir to the throne and as such, she would have to marry another in order to allow the Kingdom of Gwaredith to grow. She of course was oblivious to her father’s eagerness for this to happen and was rather focused on the situation at hand; her bodyguard.<br/>
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<a class="link link--external" data-proxy-href="/proxy.php?link=https%3A%2F%2Fi.imgur.com%2FIOtEKk2.jpg&amp;hash=ccfaadd7a7ab172ee95853a67a73689e" href="https://i.imgur.com/IOtEKk2.jpg" rel="nofollow ugc noopener" target="_blank"><span style="font-family: 'Didact Gothic', 'sans-serif'">Nerida Kyngeston</span></a><span style="font-family: 'Didact Gothic', 'sans-serif'">; the Princess of Gwaredith, was at the ripe age of sixteen. This was the age where the better and worst side of her personality would come out freely with no restraints. She was a teenager after all and certainly did not like the idea of authority. After all, she was the Princess of this Kingdom, so why was it that she had been assigned a personal body guard? Did her father think that she was naïve when it came to self-protection? Although petite in frame, she could certainly handle herself if a situation involving violence were to arise. At least, this was what her arrogance lead her to believe.<br/>
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Rolling her eyes and letting out a forced sigh, she sent a scowl in the direction of the mountain’s view as the man who had been assigned to overlook her walked in to the Palace’s royal garden. God, words could not explain how infuriating it was to be babysat by this guy. From the moment she met him around a year ago, she did not see eye to eye with him. He was like a hawk, constantly circling around her and correcting her on her behavior. ‘A Princess would not do such a thing’ she mocked to herself in her head as she could sense his presence in her vicinity. These were the kind of things he would scold her on when she would just start to find herself enjoying an activity. These activities included climbing the garden trees, handling the heavy weaponry and swimming in the river which ran through the back of the palace walls. ‘God, it is not like anyone is going to see me, so what is the big deal?’ she thought as her eyes panned to the waters which reminded her of that memory. <br/>
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Now feeling his presence rather close to her, she swiftly turned around and sent him a sassy facial expression. “So how long to you actually plan on watching me, Arin?” The red headed female placed a hand on her hip and awaited the older male to respond.<br/>
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