All Chapters of Bratty Prince And The Bodyguard : Chapter 221 - Chapter 230

Kieran's POV:We reached the passenger side, and just as I was pulling the door open, he paused. “You ran out of the palace,” he said suddenly, blinking slowly. “No guards with you?” His voice was quiet, but the question hung heavily between us. His eyes searched mine, as if trying to find the answer in my expression rather than my words. I exhaled slowly, guiding him down into the seat. “If I get caught,” I muttered, “it’s your damn fault.” A crooked smile tugged at his lips as he slumped back, eyes fluttering shut. “Worth it.” Our faces were so close. His breath smelled like whiskey and something sweeter and his scent. Familiar and damnably distracting. I tried not to look, but his neck, his collarbone, his lips, they were right there. “Still mad?” he asked, voice lower now, like he knew what he was doing. I clicked the belt in and pulled away first. “Buckle up,” I said flatly. “Try not to puke in my car.” He chuckled, resting his head back. “You are hot when you are angry.”

Kieran’s POV: That tattoo, it was something that I had never seen before. I paused at the fact that it was my name. Even though it was disguised, I knew. The tattoo was a minimalist crown sharp and angular, unlike any royal insignia I had ever seen. Below it, a date. A subtle set of Roman numerals

I left the bathroom and closed the door behind me. But my heart didn’t calm down. My face was burning. My pants were tighter than they should be. And my hands… traitorous. I tried to wait it out on the couch, drumming my fingers, counting seconds. Ten minutes passed. Fifteen. Twenty. “Fuck,” I

Adrien's POV:He stepped closer, eyes flickering to my chest where the tattoo sat still healing and fresh. “I figured it out. Because you are a dramatic bastard. And because it’s exactly the kind of thing you would do.” I huffed a quiet laugh, my heart thudding. “Is that an insult or a compliment?” Kieran rolled his eyes. "Look, Adrien, I get it now. You were trying. You just sucked at it.” “Gee, thanks,” I deadpanned. There was a pause, and then he said something that floored me. “Thank you." My breath hitched. “What?” He stepped closer. “For everything. For helping me with money. For showing up when I didn’t think anyone would. And especially for loving me when I couldn’t even look at myself.” “Kieran…” I got out of bed and thankfully, I was at least wearing trousers and closed the space between us. I didn’t care how I looked. I just had to be near him. “You are not mad anymore?” I asked cautiously. He shook his head. “I am not. I never really was. I was just hurt. Becaus

Kieran’S POV:Princess Celeste sat across from me, her shoulders were tense and shrugged, while her presence was smaller. She looked nothing like the elegant woman the world saw on magazines or screens. Right now, she looked like a scared girl clinging to the last thread of hope.Her hands trembled