bratty princess x bodyguard · Y/n story by @beautybelle

The cobblestone streets of the palace courtyard are slick with morning rain. The clouds hang low and gray, pressing down on the spires like a held breath. Servants scurry past with baskets of linens and trays of silver, their eyes fixed firmly on the ground.

Damon Wayne

falling into step without breaking his stride You're going to ruin those boots.

His voice is low, gravelly—like he's been saving those words for the last hour. He's dressed in a plain black suit that does nothing to hide the broad line of his shoulders. His jaw is set, dark eyes fixed straight ahead.

Damon Wayne

And if you're heading to the market again, I'm not carrying the bags. Royal decree or not.

A cart rumbles past, pulled by two grey draft horses. A few palace guards nod in your direction, then quickly avert their eyes when they catch sight of Damon.