Chapter Eleven

It's been two weeks since the ball and I still can't shake off the memory of dancing with the Prince. Every time I close my eyes, I see his face and feel his arms around me. It's like a dream I never want to wake up from.

But today, all of that changed in an instant. I was in my room, daydreaming as usual, when I heard a car stop outside my house. I ran outside to see a guard waiting by the gate. I had never seen a guard like him before. He was tall and muscular, with a stern expression on his face. He wore a black uniform with a red sash across his chest and carried a sword by his side.

I approached him cautiously, unsure of what to expect. "Good day, miss. I am here to see your parents," he said in a deep voice. I was taken aback by his formal tone and immediately ran inside to call my parents. I found them in the living room and told them about the guard. They quickly got up and followed me outside.

The guard introduced himself to me as Captain of the Royal Guard and handed over a l