[Lavinia's Pov]
WHAT—?!
Ravick? The Grim Reaper of the Battlefield… is going to be my royal knight?
Like… my personal bodyguard? Right next to me? All day? Every day?
Wow. I can't believe it.
"You? Guard me? Personally? Like, all day? Every day?" I asked, just to be sure I hadn't misunderstood and he wasn't talking about some other baby princess hiding behind my toy chest.
"Yes, my princess," Ravick replied, completely unbothered by my dramatic flailing and inner happiness. "I shall remain by your side at all times, ensuring your safety from this day forward."
…
Okay, deep breath.
Let's rewind.
I used to be a salarywoman with 70-hour work weeks and three plants I couldn't keep alive. Now I'm being guarded by the captain of the Black Knights, the most feared knights in the empire—no, probably the whole continent. The guy who never shows mercy. The same one nobles whisper about like a bedtime story gone wrong.
