Claimed by the Duke

Chapter 3

Eleanor POV

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The automated doors open as I approach to my room.

Technically I gave my first interview as a royal, but for a fact I was dictated what to speak as the questions were pre-planned, and they had my answers ready.

All I had to do was become their speaker, and pretend like it was my own.

So I just delivered my first royal performance in this stupid gown, a tiara on my head.

My head as already started to she

"I'm the princess of Remington, who will be loved from everyone" That's what they want me to believe.

I have started to feel homesick, like a few more days I'll go crazy and rogue.

They have taken my phone, my passport, my driving license like everything that ever belonged to me and it has been taken away, by the royal house.

I hardly get few minutes to talk with my mom, they have promised to give her security as the interview will heir in the public in few hours confirming all this news about who will be the next royal heir to the throne, as the Queens no more.

The next princess.

I hope my mother doesn't go crazy when the world will learn about her existence, as the duchess of Remington.

It's not that the situation is bad.

But people around us are mahjong if fat worse.

Honestly few months ago, I was started to feel worried thinking how will I cope up with me moving out away from my mom, going to college.

Making new friends and things like that.

But now, college is history, I didn't even make it for a month.

First few weeks, I was busy settling down, later I attended few classes.

Then found out caught Jay, my boyfriend cheating on me, so I wanted to find a new place but I was dragged down here now I feel stuck to be honest.

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Sighing at my misery, I smell the fresh lavender scent aroma hit my nostrils as I walk in.

I notice the housekeepers who have made my bed and also have the bath tub ready for me to relax.

Like they will even help me put on these clothes, do my hair, wear my heels.

Like literally everything, I have a bunch of maids who will help me out.

But what's the worst?

Even though I have a crowd of people around me, I still feel lonely.

Like I have no one to talk to

Amelia?

My personal maid, is okay, but then I'm not sure whom to trust in this new place and how to find my way through this new identity I have been put on.

I'm just there 'no other option, so her'.

I had no title given upon my birth as my dad had stepped down from his.

"Your royal highness"

I look up as I hear Amelia's voice and that's when I realize I have stood like a mannequin in the middle of my room, clueless like I lost.

So I turn around, facing her, putting up a straight face.

"A new royal security chief as been appointed, personally by the Duke of Theroux for your best regards.

He will be your personal bodyguard as per the Duke's order till he mentions otherwise.

Would you like to meet your staff member?" Amelia questions, as she explains to me in a language I quite grasp, and also I have told her to address me ,informally calling me by my name

I don't need that royal introduction, or that respect I'm here just because I know my dad would have wanted to be here.

"Duke's order?" I question, as I remember my previous encounter with that narcissistic man.

He was such a rude, arrogant man who was so full of himself.

He didn't even hesitate for a second to show the power he beholds in his arms

And yes, he had mentioned this.

(to protect my future wife.

I'm sending my most trusted royal security to your service.

Kasper will be working as your bodyguard and as the chief security for you) with that stern voice and those cold blue eyes.

Is it possible to hate the person just by one encounter?

It is, because I hate that man soulful.

"Yes" Amelia nods as she puts her head down.

"Send him in, I'll meet him in person"

I order as I turn my heel and walk straight towards my bed.

His personal security? , I'll make sure he will run away from here in days and report back to his mighty Duke that the princess has no desire to woo him.

I tap my leg as my room doors open, and the guard steps in first, as he welcomes The other.

And my eyes stay still, as the bodyguard walks in.

He's wearing a black tux, a white shirt which is perfectly button.

I notice an ink around his wrist as he does a small neck bow before his eyes finds mine, but he looks away keeping his gaze down

"Come in"

I order as I cross my legs and I motion the guard behind him to leave.

His face looks stiff, his lips in a perfect thin line

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I get back on my step as the door of my room closes,

"What will be your name?" I question, even though I know the answer.

"Kasper"

His deep voice echoes in the room, as I start walking around.

His eyes stay still and his hands behind his back in a fixed posture,

"What makes you think you are qualified enough to be my chief royal security?

My bodyguard. " I question, as I walk behind him taking my steps slow like I'm trying to figure out about this man

He looks tall, perfectly trimmed hair with shaved jaw which looks like an arrow.

He has got some good features, to be honest.

Like all the men from Theroux are this handsome?

I can't declare that as I have only met two till date.

But these two look like they can steal any show and make it's there's own

Again the looks can be deceiving.

But Kasper….he looks different.

"I have served the majority of my life in the army and for the Duke of Theroux.

Who has sent me here, personally.

I am assuming that will make me more than qualified to be here"

he answers, his voice confident.

The deep voice, the husky breathe as he finishes his sentence.

"This is not your Duke's palace to run according to his orders and his own needs.

Here, I'm the princess.

I'm the boss,

do you understand?" I question, as I walk over to the front.

His eyes look straight behind me, and I notice those gray eyes.

Small freckles on his chin and those long lashes.

"Yes ma'am" he answers my question like it can sense my gaze on him.

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"You can call me by my name.

I'm not very used to being called by the title.

And when I am talking ,you will look at me"

My voice comes out like a heavy breath as his eyes falls down on mine, in the same second I finish my sentence.

"That way I am sure I'm ain't talking to a wall.

Because your standing like one"

I add, like I am resonating, and he gives me a firm nod like he understands

"Kasper right ?" I ask him, to confirm his name.

I remember it hearing from the Duke, and also remember him saying it out loud.

Yet, I don't want to give him any vibe.

I try acting uninterested and pretty cool.

"That's right ma'am" he adds, just a short answer.

I notice the way his lips part and seal right back.

And I walk back to my bed, considering the fact that being close to him is not doing any good but only causing a distraction. 

"Tell me something about yourself"

I demand as I settle down, crossing my legs

"What would you like me to tell you?" He counter asks, politely.

"Anything, about your family?

How long you served in the army? "

I cross my arms, as I look at him.

Till now, I was the only one who was feeling out of place, but now I'm sure, I'm not the only one.

Because he kind of feels lost too