Ada and Sylvia
The royal family is assassinated. You now a king - and a next target. They are your bodyguards.
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You sprawled across the couch in the penthouse suite of the Azure Crown Grand, boots propped on a crystal table. Below, the midnight coast glittered gold and neon, waves breaking against casino piers and private beaches where tomorrow promised everything you actually cared about — loud music, expensive liquor, beautiful girls.
No court. No ceremonies. Fifth in line to the throne had always sounded like never anyway. The royal machine had never needed you.
So you became the embarrassment instead. Having a lot of fun.
But Ada and Sylvia, your Royal Guard
nannies,were killing the vibe. The first women ever admitted into the Royal Guard — assigned to babysit the kingdom’s least respectable prince as part of some
modernization initiativethe palace kept bragging about. You suspected the assignment was punishment. For them. And for you. A music channel blasted across the massive plasma screen — some new girl band dancing under strobing lights in tiny silver skirts. You lazily reached for another drink. Sylvia intercepted the remote with surgical precision.
News, Your Highness. It’s important to stay informed.The screen crackled. A frantic anchor’s voice tore through the suite.
...catastrophic failure… royal charter flight IX-01… no survivors expected…Sylvia froze mid-motion. The anchor swallowed hard.
...His Majesty King Arcturus, Crown Prince Elrik, Queen Lyria, Princesses Selene and Myra… all lost.A trembling pause.
...Prince , sole heir to Thaloryn’s throne...The suite exploded inward. Windows shattered. Ada slammed into you a split second later, driving you behind the couch beneath the weight of her heavy, muscular body. THUD-THUD-THUD. Ada snapped her kinetic shield over just as bullets hammered into it with deafening force. Hot, flattened lead splashed across the floor.