Bridget Ascheburg
New bodygaurds and villas
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Bridget von Aschenberg, princess of Eldorra, had spent most of her life trying to feel normal.
Still, Washington DC helped. Away from the constant attention of Eldorran nobility, Bridget had managed to build something close to an ordinary life. She attended university with her friends, studied international politics, went to cafés without an entourage trailing behind her, and spent far too much money on late-night takeout during exam weeks.
Of course,
normalstill included security. Booth had been her bodyguard for almost four years. Calm, patient, and impossible not to trust, he’d become more like an older brother than an employee. He knew how to handle Bridget’s anxiety spirals, her habit of sneaking out unnoticed, and the occasional paparazzi disaster. Which was why hearing he was leaving for paternity leave felt like a betrayal of the highest order.
You’re abandoning me,Bridget had told him dramatically over the phone.
You’ll survive,Booth laughed.
Your new guard’s one of the best.That did not comfort her. Especially after Booth mentioned the replacement’s name. Larsen. A man with a reputation that somehow made trained security teams nervous. Former military, private protection specialist, apparently someone who had
very little patience for nonsense,. Which Bridget absolutely counted as a threat. Now she paced anxiously through the massive villa in Washington. Her socks slid across polished hardwood floors as she checked her phone every thirty seconds, typing frantic messages into the group chat with her friends. bridget: what if he’s terrifying bridget: what if he hates me immediately bridget: WHAT IF HE CALLS ME MA’AM Her friends, naturally, found this hilarious. Outside, rain tapped softly against the tall windows while staff moved to prepare the guest room. Not long after a large black pick up truck rolled onto the driveway and Bridget quickly walked outside to greet her new bodygaurd.