Strange sounds of broken gasps echo in the hallway, six beige doors aligned as three on each side, I stare ahead with furrowed brows awaiting to hear another muffled gasp, my hand hovering above the gun tucked in my straps. Like a maze game I listen intently to where the sounds were coming from before opening any random door, with the sound of a harsh grunt the gun is pulled from the strap, safety clicks off and I'm on full alert.

"Prince Gunter?" I roar. No answer, only a scuffling noise. Planting my ear against the wall listening to shuffling noises ready to call him out by name once more when a deep grunt caught my attention.

My gun points to the room before me, with just a kick of my leg the door swings open to a screaming young lady. She ducks her head in the pillow hiding from the barrel.

"Woah, woah relax." Gunter muses, a palm full of the woman's bare ass in his hand while he still thrusts in her from behind.

Repulsed by the scene the gun is immediately lowered and I look away, a smell in the air, "Forgive me sir." Just as I was reaching out to the door knob, he halted me.

"Hey where you going?" he speaks brokenly, grunting. The sounds of the squelches as he plunged into her made my blood feel uneasy, the rhythm of their hips weren't syncing, weak thrusts for a weak Prince. "The party has only started, wanna join the front?"

I shook my head, "No sir, I am alright. I was told you needed me." My irritance sparking, listening to the weak thrusts and his attempt to speak through it. I don't get a response rather just him grunting and groaning, the heat they emanated moistened my backside.

"Agh, sorry what was that?" he finally responds before delivering a slap to the woman's bottom.

"I was told you needed me."

"Hmm, not right now obviously." he and the girl chuckle.

Only two things can spark my annoyance, His existence and liars. The elder man lied and forced me from my moment to come to this scenery, "Apologies sir, I'll see myself out."

"Are you sure you don't want to come join? she's great with her hand -"

The door comes to a slam before he could finish the rest of the words, my grip still on the doorknob threatening to crush the handle, staring blankly at the carpet. Perhaps age has gotten to the old man? why would he have alerted me for the Prince If I was not needed?

My gun repositioned in my straps, clicks of my dress shoes echo in the halls and down the steps, my mindset disturbed by the scene and the false information yet I can't find the old man anywhere to confront him. The men training out in the field roaring and chanting numbers all stop to bow at my presence.

"Where is Heinrich?" I command.

All look to each other in questioning silence only agitating my annoyance further. "Answer!" I roared.

They shake before they all mumble together, "W-we don't know sir, I think the last time he was getting tea or is out walking the dogs."

It was at that last statement something awakened in my senses, my brows untangling and I felt a smirk in the making, "As you were."

The same path I took to the castle is the one I return back to my cabin, in thought. My door handle cold, no signs of break ins, for now my gun rests until I am inside.

Instantly a smell throws me off in the hallway, nothing out of ordinary but the dark curtains on my windows, cautiously I step inside, following the smell. Much different from my cologne; lighter and more fruity. My bedroom is intact, the sheets neatly tucked and nothing out of place, Mischievously I smirk coyly looking about, removing my dress suit to re fold my sleeves on my elbows.

Someone is in here, and is quite clever in their tactics, But this was a day I trained for. Purposefully I click on the safety of the gun in the midst of the silence placing it on the counter of my dresser, staring into the emptiness of the room, only but a crack of the closet door open.

A smart trick to divert the attention.

Gentle air brushes behind my back and I make no move to acknowledge it instead pulling up my pants from the knees to sit down on a chair, undoing three buttons from my dress shirt, a smug look on my face, legs spread wide.

"Are you going to keep hiding from me?" The sound of my own voice was like thunder in the quiet. "Why don't you come out here? and speak to me face to face."

The intruder didn't leave me to wonder for long, a breath fans behind my nape awakening the settled hairs, a smell of bubble gum flowing into my nasal streams and so was the fruity smell of feminine spray before french manicured fingers comes into my view slithering from behind me. Stoically I watch the soft palms glide down my broad chest, arrowing lower in between me before I ceased her wrists.

A sharp pop of the gum before she blows gently Into my canal, "No fun, I'm a big girl I could take it." she whispers, voice soft and sultry.

"Is what all those women said before, but ended up needing help to walk out remember?"

Sensually she leans her body down to me, her soft cheeks brush against my stubbly jaw. "I'm not like other girls, I am trained to take down big -bad -men."

"Not every field is a playing ground" I retort, "Be a good girl and settle down."

I struck a nerve in her Pride feeling her lips snarl and I smirked, within seconds her mood shifts, with both arms held she uses her feet for leverage. Using my own feet I swing around on the seat twirling her arms until they interlock together, she grunts in anger but uses her knee to press against my groin, strands of her hair draped over her facial features.

"Be a good boy and let me go or else -" she presses down her knee harder and I grit my teeth with a strained grunt. "I'm afraid your future wife will be missing out on this hard rod." she chuckles.

Leather attire accentuates her curvy figure, my eyes fall to the blades and gun around her small waist. Modestly I let go, leaning my head to the back of the chair watching her every move with dark eyes.

"Good boy now lets - " she reaches over for her blade but stunned to find it gone, and In my hands. "How did you -"

Swiftly she was maneuvered, small back against my front, locked my arms she thrashes and fights, just like an angry kitten.

"Hush now" I chuckle guiding her to the bed.

My coyness blinded me from reality and before I knew it once again she uses her feet as leverage, planting them onto the ground using her back to shift me until I was the one swinging upside down, roughly landing onto the bed, barely enough time to recuperate before she was climbing onto me.

If she succeeds I lose. I await until she as at reach my palms grips her ass and I use my body to shift her over onto her stomach, ass in the air, gripping a fistful of her hair. Not giving up she claws at my sheets before her wrists were entangled in my hand. Locked under my body weight and bounded, nowhere to run.

I win.

Only our heavy breaths were heard in the room, she finally accepted defeat as I felt her muscles relax and loosens up. Convinced by the surrender I let my guard down, laying my body on her back pushing her further into the mattress, releasing her blonde locs in my hand to plant it on the bed aside her face, gracefully leaning down aside her ear.

"Now," I breathed letting the rumble of my chest massage her backside, "You were saying about the, Big Bad Men?"

She muffles something in the mattress.

"Hmm?"

Again she muffles and my jaw ticks, forcefully lifting her head up.

A thick batch of her hair stuck to her mouth before she spits them out, "I said, They are never smart." she clarifies. I furrow my brows until it finally dawns, but was too late to move. Firm legs wrap around my waist from behind and she uses her shoulder to push me onto my back, the blade I held was yanked from my hand, swiftly repositioning herself above me until the end of her heel was placed under my neck and her hands gripping my manhood.

One move and it would impale me or my balls would be crushed, I lose.

I stare at the marbled ceiling of my bedroom in defeat slowly raising both palms in the air in surrender. Sharp blue eyes creep into my view just as the blur was clearing, " I am so getting you back for this." I chuckled.

"Mmm, you'd have to catch me first."

"You walked right into my den, it won't be hard."

"What? think you can handle any more of me?"

My arms drop, "Maybe after I get something to eat."

Gently she retracts her heel, firm grip of her hands releases from my balls, plopping her body right next to me, "Good idea" she laughs before wrapping her arms around my bicep, "Let's get lunch I missed you!"

Turning over on my side until I'm face to face with the beauty, piercing blue eyes, her blonde hair fully lengthened and curled into a bob, thick red lips stretched into that same smile she gave me when we were only kids. Three whole years we have been apart and now here we are reunited, side by side just like we promised to be when we were kids.

"I missed you too Charlotte."

***

Every now and then we are torn apart when she is assigned missions across the country, taking down Powerful men that threaten to deliver the Princes' head in a wine jar. Her first year was in Europe before flying out to Africa than Asia. Like a spider she entraps the men with her hypnotizing beauty before they realized too late they were entageld in the webs of her silky traps, paralyzed by the narcotics she slips into their food or drinks.

Slow poison that liquifies the blood in your streams to the point it oozes out uncontrollably in every hole of your body, slow and agonizing feeling your every nerve of your body draining.

The look of her eyes alone were hidden red flags, you can never look away from the deep blue but by the time you've realized, the deed was done.

"Stop that." she smiles looking up to the ceiling.

"What?" I cheesed, resting my head to my palm.

"Staring at me like that, you know I will giggle."

I watch her smile brighten while mine slowly fades coming into a realization, indeed she is efficient in her works but she was too remain in Asia for another month, there is only one reason as to why she is here and I grit my teeth rising off the bed.

"What's wrong?" she questions in the background.

My back faces her, "nothing"

"Come on Nasir it's -"

"Charlotte," I twist to her seeing her sit cross legged on the bed, a wide smile already on her face.

"Yes" she sung slowly bringing her leg down to the floor.

"Don't"

"Don't what?" She steps in closer, her smile growing wider.

Of course she would come on this day of all days, I was tricked from the beginning, Henrich had nothing to do with this, today was -

"Now Ray!"

The closet door swings open as I run my hand down my face listening to them sing Happy Birthday before popping champagne, Boorishly I look at the two goofballs, confused at their excitement on my day, but couldn't help that smirk creeping onto my face looking at Ray.

The numerous times I have outlived death he outlives his manic state that puts him at a depressive state.

Now a computer expert and hacking genius, he grew to a man, reaching just two inches shorter than me, raven strands of his hair curled into tiny halos and gelled. I am pulled from the gaze just as they finish the last sentence of the song with claps.

Heavily I released a sigh, "You guys know I don't celebrate my birthdays."

"Oh hush up you're only 28 once," I watch as Charlotte bring out a cake disappearing behind me, leaving Ray and I alone.

Stern Looks in our eyes before we break the eye contact with a smile, "It's good to see you again Nasir."

He raises a massive palm and I follow suite clapping them together before we hugged. "It's always good to see you Ray."

"Omg! the team is reunited again." Charlotte squeals squeezing in between us. Slender arms slithering around our shoulders, "The team is back together again."

I longed trained myself to become hollow but I couldn't deny the bliss waving through my chest.

Ray steps away to cut a piece of cake for himself whilst I was with Charlotte, "Have you found anything?" she asks me suppressing an excitement in her tone.

Therapeutically I wiped my face in an attempt to rid of the creeping image of her face, "Not now Charlotte." I sighed heavily turning my face away from those beady eager eyes.

"Come on," she prods, "I know you have been curious."

"I have not," I lied stuffing my hands into my pocket, leaning against the counter of my dresser.

As if looking right through my soul those piercing blue eyes look up blankly into my hazel ones, my hands fisting in the pockets of my trousers to keep calm. Her eyes glance down to my pockets before looking back up to look me in the eyes, a defeated sigh escapes her throat.

"How long will you wait?" she asks serenely.

No response, already knowing what she is hinting to say, My expression boorish and blank looking at her.

"You can't keep forcing away these feelings Nasir, yes it has been a long time and much has changed since we were last kids but you can't deny how you two made each other feel, I know you still think about her."

"I am trained to remain a shell, nothing more but a mere shield to protect a Prince, my life is constantly on the line, no I have not thought of her, we were once best friends indeed but -" I sigh heavily pushing myself off the edge of the dresser. "She is a Queen now, and I am a bodyguard, even if she recognizes me, we would never be able to acknowledge each other It's not like I can touch her either, they will kill her for such treason."

Solemnly she lowers her head to process, but crossed her arms around her chest, "Than you do know the day is around the corner right?"

Thickly I gulp, Ray stops in the middle of his cake eating to look over to us. A silence lingering heavy in the air.

"That day is near Nasir," Charlotte continues, voice lowering to a whisper. "He is going to claim her."

My phone suddenly buzzes on the counter, Ray being closer looks down to the Name. "It's him." He says, neither me or Charlotte react.

Her arms still crossed around her chest, a solen expression plastered on her face. "Shall we?"