• Chapter 1 Princess and a Bodyguard

    The sun peeked over the horizon, bathing the Creston manor in its early rays. A figure stood in the window, a girl looking out of the top floor window, her green eyes holding sadness. Her father was Richard Creston, the owner of the property and everything on it. She knew she would never have freedom, her father despised freedom, resented it. She sat on the window sill looking out at the grounds of the mansion. Her favorite rose garden sat just below her, her only place of peace. She watched as a black limo started up the drive way, and toward the house. She knew it had to be her father’s associates, cause her father would be in bed at this hour. She changed into her usual red dress, and high heeled shoes, and started down the stairs.

    A man knocked at the door, he wore a black suit, complete with a black hat, dress pants, and shoes. An old woman opened the door, he face froze as she saw him, for it was the first time she had seen the man in a long time. She led him into the living room, and told him to wait here, and she would get the master. The man took a seat on large couch, and removed his hat. He let his dark hair spike down over his face, and laid the hat on a glass table in front of him. He took in the features of the room, it had change much in the time he had been away, they had a few scenic paintings hung around, a new fire place, that sat on the over side of the room, a old shield, with a sword sat in it, and other riches.

    He chuckled a little. “This place never ceases to amaze me.” he said, brushing a stray stand of hair from his face. “I wonder what ever happening the little princess?” He asked himself, laying back on the comfy oversized couch. Light footsteps started down the stairs, the man lifted his head and looked toward the staircase. It was a young girl in a elegant red dress, glistening black high-heel shoes, and a curious look about her face. He was speechless, although he knew it was her, he couldn’t bring himself to say anything.

    She stopped at the bottom of the stair case, she wondered who this man was. Although he looked like a associate of her father, he was different. His long spiky midnight hair proved that he wasn’t like any of the rest, the suit was brand new, as if it was only worn this time, and he didn’t seem accustomed to the hat.

    “Who are you?” She asked.

    “What don’t remember?”

    “If I knew would I have asked?”

    “Come on think a little harder Princess.”

    The last word he said clicked something in her head making her smile, She had not heard that name in years, the name only her friend used to call her.

    “Kyle” she said lightly, running toward him, as he started to leave the couch. Only to be stopped by a dark and harmful voice.

    “Elizabeth stop where you are.” the deadly voice of her father shot, stopping the girl in her tracks. Kyle watched from where he was standing, as the old man made his way down the stairs. “So you have returned Mr. Taylor.” he said walking down the final step. He was an old man, suited in a expensive dark royal red robe, and a silver cane. “Well what is your business with me?” He asked the boy gently. Elizabeth looked strangely at her father. The way he looked at Kyle, was a little different form others, it was as if he were a good friend. As she was readying herself to move away, she heard Kyle mummer something lowly.

    “Mr. Creston,” he started. “I would like to ask a favor from you, it may be beneficial to you more than me. But I would like to take a job as a body guard for your daughter.” He announced.