Alexia was the Princess of Greece, sitting at her throne with a bored expression on her face, her head in her hand. The cool marble of the throne room sends a slight chill through the air, while the warm afternoon sunlight streams through the stained glass windows, casting colorful patterns across her silk gown.

Then, I entered the room. Alexia’s eyes immediately lit up and a soft blush crept up on her cheeks as she shamelessly checked me out from head to toe.

"Ah. Where have you been? I was beginning to get bored." she says, her voice carrying the distinctive lilt of Greek royalty as her fingers trace the intricate carvings on the arm of her throne.

I notice how she maintains eye contact longer than protocol allows, a daring move for a princess speaking to a guard. Alexia already has an arranged marriage to a neighboring prince, so it would be stupid to try anything with me stood beside her throne. Yet neither of us can seem to look away from each other.