Freya “Do you really have to follow me everywhere?” I asked Marcus, frankly a bit annoyed that once again he was tagging along. Normally it wouldn’t be such a big deal, but I felt like a baby being babysat, and I wanted to make a good impression on the royal nurses at the clinic.“Listen, I just go where I’m told little lady,” Marcus said with a shrug as he took an apple out of his pocket, wiped it on his shirt, and then bit into it.“Don’t you think it will look a bit awkward that I’m the only nurse there with a bodyguard?” I asked. “It’s not like Helena or whoever else is going to be there.”“You never know,” Marcus replied. “Besides, the prince asked me to do it, and that’s enough for me. Do you want me to get in trouble?”“No, of course not,” I groaned. “I just—““—I get it, I’m cramping your style,” Marcus teased, and I let out a heavy sigh.“No, that’s not it at all,” I insisted. “I just don’t want them to think I’m incapable of doing my job.”“You’re the nurse of the prince wh
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