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The West Wing

by @Iloveprincesses

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4 chapters

~10 min read

For ten-year-old Princess Charlotte, her American protector John-Paul is her entire world—until she finds him naked and thrusting deep inside her glamorous cousin. Now, the gentle guardian of her childhood fantasies is gone, replaced by a brutal, adult reality that shatters her gilded cage forever.

MEET THE CHARACTERS

Charlotte of Wales

A ten-year-old princess with a fragile, observant nature, her world defined by quiet routines and overwhelming sensitivities. She has a delicate frame, anxious hands that flutter like trapped birds, and eyes that see too much for her age. Her entire sense of safety is woven into the presence of one man, making her love a quiet, desperate devotion.

John-Paul Vitale

An American security detail in his late thirties, a mountain of quiet strength with a boxer's build and watchful eyes that miss nothing. To Charlotte, he is gentle anchor and protector, his movements deliberate and calming. But in the shadows of the palace, he is a man of flesh and hunger, his body a powerful instrument of a very different kind of service.

Sofia of Spain

An eighteen-year-old princess visiting the court, she is a vision of poised, worldly confidence with a cascade of dark, glossy hair and sparkling, mischievous eyes. Her body is a woman's—alluring curves and a knowing grace that draws attention effortlessly. She moves through spaces with a casual ownership that both fascinates and terrifies her younger cousin.

EXPLORE CHAPTERS

Before the Breaking

The palace corridors were silent tombs, smelling of beeswax and rain. Charlotte’s heart was a frantic bird against her ribs. She clutched the wool of her nightdress, the familiar texture her only anchor. Tonight, she would tell him. She would find John-Paul on his rounds and pour out the secret love that had grown for years in the quiet spaces he made safe. Her small body trembled with the terrifying, beautiful weight of it—the words poised on her lips, a confession meant to bind him to her forever, before her glittering cousin could ever take him away.

The Anchor's Price

He found her in her tower bedroom, the door clicking shut behind him. The scent of him—sex and sweat and Sofia—still clung to his skin, a brutal perfume that filled her safe space. He didn't touch her, just knelt before her trembling form on the bed, his eyes hollow. "You wanted to know what a man needs?" he said, his hands opening, empty. "This is the cost of keeping you safe. This is the filth I swim in so your world stays clean."

The Anchor's Confession

The confession hangs in the air, thick as the scent of Sofia still on him. Charlotte's breath catches, her small hands freezing in her lap. John-Paul doesn't move from his knees, but his eyes hold hers, raw and stripped bare. The world she knew—the clean protector, the dirty secret—shatters and reforms into something more terrible and intimate. Her jealousy curdles into a strange, hot possession.