It’s not often I do something that could get my junk in a jam.
But I’m doing it now.
For the last few months, I’ve trained to become a royal guard for the Avalonian Palace Regiment. We protect the King, the Queen, and the two Princesses.
One of them, Octavia, was my best friend when I was six, back when kids of the staff were allowed to be around the two girls of the royal family.
I’ve missed her for the last seventeen years. But yesterday, I saw her in the palace rose garden.
Things might have gotten a little hot.
And now I’m sneaking her out of the palace. Taking her dirty dancing.
But there is one thing a royal guard should always do.
Protect the royal family.
And I don’t think what we’re about to do next is going to count.