Chapter 7

"I am well aware, Grandpa. My sisters have their personal guards that follow them wherever they go.

Helena has Carlos as her guard, and Camila has Uthred as hers," Isabella said dreamily.

"I have selected a personal guard just for you," Grandpa said.

"For me?" she asked with disbelief. "But I thought I wasn't entitled to a personal guard of my own? I remember the queen was against the idea when Father brought it up."

"Don't worry about Charlotte. I am the one to select your guard for you. She can't do anything about it," Grandpa reassured her.

"Thank you, Grandpa." She felt loved by what General Marcus had done. He had always been good to her. Also the crown prince, they were the only ones who treated her with love in the palace. She hoped to pay them back someday.

"Erik, come here," General Marcus ordered, snapping her out of her thoughts.

From the shadows emerged a young man. He had dark brown wavy hair and brown eyes. He was wearing the black knight's uniform.

When he came closer,