Marco's POV.
She looked so peaceful in her slumber. Her lower lip slightly pouted with her thick chestnut brown hair splayed all over the pillow. Princess Natalie Atonal of Esmond. The news about her orcastrated disappearance spread all over years ago and, since then, maybe gangs and dangerous people had tried to get their hands on the princess but none of them were successful.
It was difficult, I must admit, to have her tracked down initially but, by process of alimination of the most discreet townships, it made the task doable.
Natalie stirred next to me and her slender soft fingertips brushed against my chest. She was a damn beauty with the necessary poise and grace a princess may need but she was also fiery and tempered and had a big mouth that would surely get her into trouble so
