The Bodyguard and I

Chapter Two

I have been sat in this brown leather chair for half an hour as I wait for my father to come in after his meeting. I know that he is going to kill me after the incident with mother, but it’s not my fault that we don’t get on. We haven’t always been like this. We used to be very close, but I guess my life choices have pushed her away. She will never understand that I didn’t ask for this life and that I want to experience life before working.

My eyes glaze over the photos on the desk which is unseen photos of the royal family. I like to call it normal family photos. The photos makes me wish we could always be that happy and never putting on a fake professional front for the would to see. My favourite photo is the one with me and my sister’s face covered in chocolate grinning from ear to ear while my father is holding us in his arms as we have a hand each on his cheek. Those are the memories I want to repeat forever because that was before I knew about my responsibilities.

The creek of the big wooden double doors pulls me away from the photographs as I watch my father wheel himself into the office. He stares straight forward without even giving me a glance which means I have done it big time now. I am ready to be swallowed whole by his millions of books on his bookshelves. He positions himself behind the desk as he keeps his attention away from me.

“Soooo” I try interrupt the tense, but my father throws his hand up to silence me.

“What am I going to do with you? You are meant to be Queen in six months time” He huffs at me.

“I know one thing you can do” I whisper under my breath.

“No, that isn’t going to happen” He sternly says, but finally looks at my direction. “I know you don’t or feel like that you can’t be a good Queen, but I am your father and I know you better than anyone else. I do love your sister, but I will refuse your offer of handing the throne over until you understand or experience what it is like”.

“But no one wants me to be Queen. I don’t understand why you want me to be” I argue back.

“Because I have the seen potential in you. Within the next six months, I will be giving you more responsibilities for you to understand what it is meant to be Queen. You will still have your freedom weekend with a bodyguard”

At least my father can see the middle ground of things, but I can’t say that I am happy to have more responsibilities. Mother would have taken away the freedom weekend.

“Can I pick the bodyguard? I want David back” I suggest which causes him to roll his eyes.

“We have discussed this before, he is too old to be your bodyguard and he wants to spend time with his family. He already dedicated 15 years of his life protecting you, so you need to let him go. Also, I have picked your bodyguard for you.” He says as he throws the file towards my way.

I hold the file in my hands as I brace myself for who will be my next bodyguard. I know it won’t be anyone amazing because father and mother always hire 40 year old men. I open the paper folder to see who I am dealing with for the next month.

Name: Danny Michael O’Ryan

D.O.B: 13.02.1996

Wow my father have actually hired someone under the age of 40 for once.

Nationality: Precian/Irish

Background: Born and raised in Precia. He studied at St Georges Catholic School until the age of 16. He joined the military at the age of 16 and became a SAS at the age of 21. He sustained serval injuries during one of his missions at the age of 22 causing him to leave. The injures caused was his fibula snapped in half which pierced through his skin, received surgery to remove bulled from his left bicep, clavicle and spinal cord that was a 2 centimetres away from being paralysed from the neck down. He spent a year and half in physio and mental therapy. He has spent the last 6 months being bodyguards for celebrities and reality stars after completing his physical fitness health checks.

This guy is something, but I will not let him ruin my freedom weekend. At least he had experience of being a bodyguard with celebrities and reality stars as he wouldn’t be able to cope with the paparazzi if I was his first customer.

Father: Major General Michael John O’Ryan

D.O.B: 19.08.1968

Nationality: Precian

Background: His parents immigrated to Precia from Cork, Ireland in 1965. Major O’Ryan was born and raised in Precia. He studied at Western Hill School and went to Dublin University. He met Lily Sherry Jackson and married her in 1991 at St Georges Church. He joined the military in 1992. He received the medal of bravery in 1994 by running into the battlefield to carry a wounded soldier back to our territory line which saved the fellow soldier’s life. Due to his heroic actions, he received a promotion thru the ranks which progressed during his time in the military.

Occupation: Major General

Death: 01.05.2006

Cause of death: K.I.A. The AH-64E - Apache attack helicopter was hit by a missile which crash landed in Iraq. Everyone on board died within impact.

Mother: Lily Sherry Jackson

D.O.B: 28.11.1970

Nationality: Irish

Background: Born and raised in Dublin, Ireland. She was a waitress at Temple Bar until she moved to Precia in 1989 and married Major General Michael John O’Ryan in 1991 at St Georges Church. She started Miss Daisies in 2000, then became a widower in 2006.

Occupation: Retail owner of Miss Daisies

I love Miss Daisies. They sell the most beautiful flowers and they always organise the flowers for my events. My mother would rather me go somewhere more extravagant, but I think it is better shopping from my people’s retail as it will help the positive relationship between us while supporting them economically.

I actually met Mrs Jackson once because I like to meet every owner of whom I am buying from to allow them while myself understand and know each other. I remember her mentioning about her son being in recovery which I generously donated money to help with the process. Obviously, the donation was anonymous as I didn’t want the publicity from it. It’s funny how I helped him once and he is here to babysit me. Small world.

My father coughs to draw my attention back to him. “What do you think?”

“I still want David back, but I will give this a chance for you” I smile at him.

I have been sat in this brown leather chair for half an hour as I wait for my father to come in after his meeting. I know that he is going to kill me after the incident with mother, but it’s not my fault that we don’t get on. We haven’t always been like this. We used to be very close, but I guess my life choices have pushed her away. She will never understand that I didn’t ask for this life and that I want to experience life before working.

My eyes glaze over the photos on the desk which is unseen photos of the royal family. I like to call them normal family photos. The photos make me wish we could always be that happy and never putting on a fake professional front for the world to see. My favourite photo is the one with me and my sister’s face covered in chocolate grinning from ear to ear while my father is holding us in his arms as we have a hand each on his cheek. Those are the memories I want to repeat forever because that was before I knew about my responsibilities.

The creek of the big wooden double doors pulls me away from the photographs as I watch my father wheel himself into the office. He stares straight forward without even giving me a glance which means I have done it big time now. I am ready to be swallowed whole by his millions of books on his bookshelves. He positions himself behind the desk as he keeps his attention away from me.

“Soooo” I try to interrupt the tension, but my father throws his hand up to silence me.

“What am I going to do with you? You are meant to be Queen in six months” He huffs at me.

“I know one thing you can do” I whisper under my breath.

“No, that isn’t going to happen” He sternly says, but finally looks in my direction. “I know you don’t or feel like that you can’t be a good Queen, but I am your father and I know you better than anyone else. I do love your sister, but I will refuse your offer of handing the throne over until you understand or experience what it is like”.

“But no one wants me to be Queen. I don’t understand why you want me to be” I argue back.

“Because I have the seen potential in you. Within the next six months, I will be giving you more responsibilities for you to understand what it is meant to be Queen. You will still have your freedom weekend with a bodyguard”

At least my father can see the middle ground of things, but I can’t say that I am happy to have more responsibilities. Mother would have taken away the freedom weekend.

“Can I pick the bodyguard? I want David back” I suggest which causes him to roll his eyes.

“We have discussed this before, he is too old to be your bodyguard and he wants to spend time with his family. He already dedicated 15 years of his life protecting you, so you need to let him go. Also, I have picked your bodyguard for you.” He says as he throws the file towards my way.

I hold the file in my hands as I brace myself for who will be my next bodyguard. I know it won’t be anyone amazing because father and mother always hire 40 year old men. I open the paper folder to see who I am dealing with for the next month.

Name: Danny Michael O’Ryan

D.O.B: 13.02.1996

Wow, my father has actually hired someone under the age of 40 for once.

Nationality: Precian/Irish

Background: Born and raised in Precia. He studied at St Georges Catholic School until the age of 16. He joined the military at the age of 16 and become a SAS at the age of 21. He sustained serval injuries during one of his missions at the age of 22 causing him to leave. The injuries caused was his fibula snapped in half which pierced through his skin, received surgery to remove bullets from his left bicep, clavicle and spinal cord that was 2 centimetres away from being paralysed from the neck down. He spent a year and a half in physio and mental therapy. He has spent the last 6 months being bodyguards for celebrities and reality stars after completing his physical fitness health check.

This guy is something, but I will not let him ruin my freedom weekend. At least he had the experience of being a bodyguard with celebrities and reality stars as he wouldn’t be able to cope with the paparazzi if I was his first customer.

Father: Major General Michael John O’Ryan

D.O.B: 19.08.1968

Nationality: Precian

Background: His parents immigrated to Precian from Cork, Ireland in 1965. Sgt O’Ryan was born and raised in Precia. He studied at Western Hill School and went to Dublin University. He met Lily Sherry Jackson and married her in 1991 at St Georges church. He joined the military in 1992. He received the medal of bravery in 1994 by running into the battlefield to carry a wounded soldier back to our territory line which saved the fellow soldiers life. Due to his heroic actions, he received a promotion thru the ranks which progressed during his time in the military.

Occupation: Major General

Death: 01.05.2006

Cause of death: K.I.A. The AH-64E - Apache attack helicopter was hit by a missile that crash landed in Iraq. Everyone on board died within impact.

Mother: Lily Sherry Jackson

D.O.B: 28.11.1970

Nationality: Irish

Background: Born and raised in Dublin, Ireland. She was a waitress at Temple Bar until she moved to Precia in 1989 and married Major General Michael John O’Ryan in 1991 at St. Georges church. She started Miss Daisies in 2000, then became a widower in 2006.

Occupation: Retail owner of Miss Daisies

I love Miss Daisies. They sell the most beautiful flowers and they always organise the flowers for my events. My mother would rather me go somewhere more extravagant, but I think it is better to shop from my people’s retail as it will help the positive relationship between us while supporting them economically.

I actually met Mrs Jackson once because I like to meet every owner from whom I am buying from to allow them while myself understand and know each other. I remember her mentioning about her son being in recovery which I generously donated money to help with the process. Obviously, the donation was anonymous as I didn’t want the publicity from it. It’s funny how I helped him once and he is here to babysit me. Small world.

My father coughs to draw my attention back to him. “What do you think?”

“I still want David back, but I will give this a chance for you” I smile at him.

“That is perfect because you will be meeting him today. However, we will be discussing your schedule as being Queen”

This is the quickest I have ever met one of my bodyguards, then again today is Friday and I don’t have a babysitter for my wild weekender. My father and I spent the last hour and a half about my crazy schedule for six months. The only events I am excited about are charity events, sporting events and my own organised events. I will definitely want to kill myself during the council talk when they discuss changes to the country with the laws becoming stronger or weaker. However, we royals sit there and listen without having any input. Things are about to change around here. My father glances at his watch before informing Henry (his aide) that it is time to bring in my brand new bodyguard. I wonder how much and what period of time people have bet on. After having 5 bodyguards, everyone started to make bets to see how long the bodyguards can last. Normally, Henry wins every bet because he has known me since birth which I think is cheating.

The big wooden doors creek open once again as I hear footsteps carefully walk within the grand office. It is as if the person is afraid of breaking something within this room. I mean they should be because it will be prison time or the death penalty if they damage anything. Of course, I am joking about that or I would be dead for all the vases that I have broke. I stand up from the chair while turning to face my new bodyguard. I lift my head to see the most sexiest bodyguard I have ever seen in my life. He is about 6”4 tall with short brunette hair while having a fade on the sides along with a freshly trimmed beard. He is definitely built for the military as the suit seems to be wearing him. Those brown eyes. I could stare into his eyes all day.

“Your royal highnesses,” He says with his husky voice while bowing.

Fuck.