A girl accustomed to rivalry.
Blair Archer grew up surrounded by Elites. The father knew that his daughter was special, which means she should become the next queen and strengthen the influence of the family.
Brian was born a Mundane, but persistenc...
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The participants were locked in their rooms, strictly forbidden from leaving, while I, as Blair's guard, had to keep a constant watch outside her quarters. Though "constant" isn't quite the right word—I'm utterly exhausted. Moreover, it irritates me how waiting by the door is becoming a habit.
Like a guard dog.
Maybe that Bitchy Blair was right. Now I truly am her personal dog, and the days when I dreamed of becoming the commander of the guard will soon fade from my memory like mist at dawn.
Leaning against the door, I close my eyes for a moment. Just then, the door suddenly swings open, nearly sending me tumbling. I straighten up, trying to regain my balance and maintain a semblance of dignity. There stands Blair herself, her icy gaze piercing me like a dagger.
"Were you planning to sleep here?" Her voice cuts through the silence.
"No, Miss Blair," I reply, feeling a wave of irritation rising inside me. "As always, I'm guarding your peace."
She rolls her eyes, but I see the corner of her mouth twitch in what might be a smile."When will I be released?"
"I have no idea."
"Damn, I've been here for all day."
I want to say the other participants are too, but I swallow the remark and instead ask,"Do you need anything, Miss Blair?"
She throws up her hands, revealing the height of her anger.
"I need to get out of this damned room!"
"Unfortunately, that's not possible," I say in an even tone, hoping she won't take out all her frustration on me. "Probably you'd like something special for dinner?"
"For dinner I want..." she pretends to think, and I'm already anticipating another snide remark. "To go back to my old life."
"What do you miss the most? Is this room not as comfortable as your real quarters?"
Blair scrunches her small nose, sighs heavily, and disappears back into the room, slamming the door.
I can't help but smile and take a step to the side, hoping to lean against the wall and, if I'm lucky, catch a nap. However, after a while, she throws open the door again. For the second time.
"I need something from my real room"
I smirk, lean in, and whisper, "Miss Archer, I'm not even allowed to speak with you. All I can do is guard you until further orders from the king."
"What do I care?" She crosses her arms, "You serve my father, so do something."
She gives me a contemptuous look, narrowing her eyes."There must be some use for you!"
It's funny how this princess hopes to hurt me, though I've heard plenty of insults in my life. Useless is practically a compliment.
"Miss Archer, I can arrange an excellent dinner for you. That's all, unfortunately."
