#security guard!ben

It was nearing midnight in the castle when your night security guards had gently knocked on your rooms door, awaiting for your approval for them to open up and check on you. It never came. They knocked several more times and wait, but still, nothing. After another few minutes, the security guard, Gwil, had forcefully broke open the door with the slam of his shoulder. You not replying back was worrisome to them. As the two men stumble inside, they instantly spot an empty bed and a wide open window, the curtains flowing around due to the warm wind. You had successfully climbed down a three story building by scaling it. You silently thanked your parents for gifting you rock climbing lessons for your sixteenth birthday. You had a concert you had been wanting to go to for months now. You bought the tickets with your friend, you picked the most perfect outfit you could find and yet, you were told you couldn’t go.

“It’s too dangerous for you to be there. Drugs, alcohol, fights.” says your mother as she’s being served her breakfast at the fourteen seated dining room table. She was sat at one end of the table while your father sat at the other. A large crystal chandelier hung high above the table, casting rainbow like shadows everywhere. Chef Rami had served you your food as you thank him sincerely. Guards we perched at every door, while all of your personal assistants stood behind you all, except yours. As you were eating your egg breakfast, you always told your assistant and now best friend, Lucy, to sit next to you. Your parents didn’t mind, but it wasn’t formal.

“Mum,” you start, taking a big bite of food and talking with your mouth partially full. “It’s a concert, not a brothel.”

Your mother’s face pinches with disgust as she watches you.

“Don’t speak with your mouth full! So unladylike. I’ve taught you better than that.”

You roll your eyes and look down at your now almost empty plate.

“You’ve also taught me how to fear the outside world unless if I have ten guards next to me at all times.” you spat as you stand up quickly, followed by Lucy.

Your father sits there quietly as he allows you and your mother to have control of the argument. Your mother’s face falls as she listens to you. She hadn’t realized you felt that way.

“Princesses do not go to concerts. They go to balls and charity events and-”

“I never asked to be a princess!” you shout, causing everyone to jump. “I never asked to be born into this mad house!”

Your mother was now starting to get angry as you continue to keep speaking. She places her fork down and frowns hard, tiny lines forming on her forehead.

“You should be so lucky to have a life like this! People dream to have what you have, y/n!” she shouts back.

“I never asked daddy to be king! I want to be normal like Lucy! I want to do normal things! I’m eighteen years old and I’ve never even stepped foot inside a movie theater! Or ever been to a bloody concert!”

Your mother now stands up fast, her chair loudly scooting behind her. Her face is almost red.

“Lucy is mature and doesn’t act a fool! You will never get to do those things if you keep acting so childish! You’re right! You’re eighteen years old, so start acting like it!”

You look to your father fast with a sincere begging look on your face. You did your puppy dog eyes, knowing he always falls for that.

“Daddy?” you ask, hoping he would take your side like he always does, but he doesn’t.

He just looks at you with sad eyes and shakes his head, not knowing what to say. You raise a brow as you stare at him with a serious look on your face. You look to your mother fast and turn around quickly to walk back to your room. You hear them call out for you, but you ignore them. Lucy follows you close behind.

“Are you okay?” she whispers.

You continue speed walking to your room, your mind and heart racing.

“I don’t care what they say.” you hiss. “I’m going to that concert.”

And now, we’re here. You’re gone, police have swarmed the castle and your mother was a wreck. Your day security guard, Joe, was at the castle in a heartbeat. Him and Gwil were going back over everything that had happened. When you last went to sleep, when the last time Gwil saw you, the time they realized you had disappeared. Your father was pacing back and forth inside of your large, pink room as he nervously wondered where you could be at that moment. He then stops in his tracks and looks over to Joe quickly. He walks up to him fast.

“Joseph,” he starts, causing Joe to stand up straight.

“Yes, Your Majesty?” he says fast, still groggy from being woken up in the middle of the night.

“Do you remember that friend of yours you were telling me about? The other security guard?” asks the king.

Joe nods quickly and smiles.

“Yes, sir. He’s the best of the best. Better than me if I may say. Trained years and years for what he does.”

Your father nods and thinks for a moment about everything. He looks back up to Joe.

“Do you think he would be a good fit for, y/n? You would know better than me. You’re with her almost twenty four seven. I know you’re leaving us soon, so would he be up for the challenge? He’d be compensated very well.”

Joe smiles and nods his head to him.

“Sir, he would be the best fit for this job. More than anyone else. I just have to warn you, he takes it very seriously. No messing around.”

The man thinks for another moment and nods. He brings his hand up under his chin and turns back around to look at your large empty bed and wide open window. He needed someone who could keep up with you and by the sound of this man, he could. He looks back to Joe once more and nods.

“Call him.”

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You watch as the man stands in front of you with his hands clasped together in front of him. He looks exhausted and quickly gives you a barely half smile. You look beside him and notice the same blonde man from the concert looking at you. His face was more serious as he stared at something directly behind you. You finally look around and become aware of your surroundings. You’re back in your castles parlor room, confused beyond belief.

“What the hell is going on!?” you shout, angry and frustrated. “Who’s that!? He took me! He handcuffed me! What the hell-”

You’re interrupted by a clearing of a throat. You turn your head and watch as your mother and father walk around you, making John move for them. They’re now stood in front of you and your mother’s eyes are red and glossy, a clear sign that she had been crying over you. Her hand is rested on her chest, something she does when she’s trying to calm herself down. Your father watches you with a hard to read look as your eyes are wide.

“What’s going on?” you shout once more.

“That,” your mother shouts, a finger pointing to the blonde man. “Is what could happen to you if someone realized who you are!”

Her face is red from her yelling and the tears streaming down her face. She was angry. More than angry. There was no word to describe how fuming she was.

“You snuck out with no guards! Do you know how terrified we were!?”

You stand up fast from the chair and point a finger at yourself, upset.

“Do you know how terrified I was!?” you shout back at her.

“Good!” she yells. “You should be so lucky that it was somebody actually wanting to protect you! You needed to feel that fear! You needed that helplessness to make you understand how unsafe it is out there for someone like you!”

You take a step back and shake your head, shocked. Your eyes widen as your breathing picks up.

“That was your idea?” you whisper to your mother.

You look to your father quickly and knit your brows together.

“And you let her do that to me? You allowed all of that to happen? I thought you were on my si-”

“It was my idea, y/n.” he says fast.

You freeze and can only stare at him.

“I love you and I’m sorry, but… You’re mother’s right. You need a hard awakening. Your life isn’t normal, my love. It never will be and I’m sorry for that.”

Tears trickle down your face as you feel completely betrayed by your parents, especially your father. He knew how difficult all of this was for you, so him being the one who had came up with that plan, it broke your heart.

“Who even is that?” you ask, looking back to the blonde man.

Your mother raises a brow and lifts her head up.

“Benjamin, your new personal security. Joe is, unfortunately, leaving us early.”

You look to Joe fast and your heart breaks even more - something you didn’t think was possible.

“Joe!?” you ask, walking up to him. “You’re leaving? Tonight?”

He sadly smiles and nods.

“I unfortunately have to start my new job tomorrow. I wanted to tell you sooner. I just didn’t know how, princess.”

You shake your head and rush up to him and wrap your arms around his neck, pulling him close to you. You sob against his shoulder as he cautiously hugs you back. He was the closest thing you have to a sibling, something you’ve always wanted. You lean away and smile, wrinkling your nose at him playfully.

“It’s y/n to you.” you remind him, pushing his arm.

He smiles and nods once.

“Benjamin will be with you 24/7 now. You lost your privileges to do anything by yourself. When you start acting like an adult, you’ll be treated like one. Joseph,” starts your mother. “Please introduce them.”

Joe slightly bows and smiles.

“Yes, your highness.” he says as he walks over to Ben, followed by you.

“Benjamin, this is Princess y/n. Princess, Ben.”

Ben bows to you and lowers his head like he’s supposed to do. You shake yours and quickly reach out and place your hand on his shoulder, a slight spark making you two jump. He lifts his head and his bright green eyes look into yours. You almost forgot how to speak.

“You don’t…” you start. “You don’t have to do that. Any of it. It’s a dumb tradition.”

Your mother clears her throat, warning you to say no more. Ben stands back straight and you playfully roll your eyes, making him try not to smirk.

“Princess,” he says fast, speaking for the first time. “I believe this is yours.”

He pulls out your cell phone from his pocket and reaches it towards you. Your eyes open wide as you grab it fast and hold it close to you. A slight red mark around your wrist causes his mouth to slightly fall open, shocked.

“Princess, I apologize for-” he goes to say.

“No, please don’t apologize. How can you say no to them?” you ask, meaning your parents.

This makes Ben hide a smile as you rub your wrist softly.

“And please, Benjamin,” you start. “It’s y/n.”

Ben watches you and lightly smiles as he nods his head once.

“Ben.” he says back, making you raise a brow and smirk.

You watch him for a second before turning around to face your parents. Your father sadly grins to you as he walks up. He wraps his arms around you and holds you close.

“I’m just happy you’re safe, my love.” he whispers in your ear.

You want to smile at his sweet words, but you can’t. You were still truly upset. You’d argue more about everything, but you were exhausted. Your mother then hugs you and kisses the top of your head.

“Sleep.” she says, cupping your face. “You need it.”

You force a smile and turn back around.

“Benjamin will accompany you.”

You spin around and stare at them fast.

“Accompany me? To bed?” you ask, not understanding.

“Don’t be ridiculous!” says your mother. “There’s a cot outside your room for him. Don’t even think about opening those windows, they’re bolted shut. I’ll see you for breakfast bright and early.”

Your parents walk off and are followed by multiple guards. You look to Ben and Joe and awkwardly smile to them. You hug Joe once more and sigh loudly.

“I promise to visit soon.” he whispers.

You pull away and nod as he makes his way out of the castle. You begin walking to your room and feel Ben’s presence behind you. The long walk was silent and awkward, leaving you to want to fill that void.

“So,” you start, not knowing what to say. “Kidnap people often? You’re pretty good at it.” you joke, half laughing.

Ben doesn’t say anything back as you turn to look at him. His eyes are glued forward on the hallway and you huff as you turn back around.

“I know, bad joke.” you confess.

You silently curse yourself for being not funny and curse your parents for hiring somebody this bloody attractive. You wanna talk about being distracted? Well, this is it.

“Sorry I kicked you in the leg.” you say.

There’s a moment of silence and then he speaks.

“Don’t apologize, princess. Fight or flight is normal in those kinds of situations.”

“Never had to be in that kind of situation.” you tell him, thinking back to it and shuddering.

You reach your room and open your door, peering around. Everything was left just like you had it. You turn around and smile to Ben.

“Well, goodnight?” you say to him, causing him to nod.

“Goodnight, princess.”

You roll your eyes.

“Y/n,” you say once more.

All he does is nod and wait for you to close your door, which you finally do. You strip form your clothes and slip on your nightgown. You slide under your covers and the moment your head hits the pillow, you feel sleep starting to take over. The only thing clouding your mind as you drift to sleep is the face of your new security guard.

***

“I’m her assistant.” says a voice behind your door.

Your eyes flutter open as you move around and begin to wake up. You could have slept much longer, but you didn’t want to. You yawn and stretch as you hear your bedroom door open up and close. You look up sheepishly and watch as Lucy walks towards you, a serious look on her face.

“Oh, I’m so happy you’re okay!” she gasps as she brings you in for a big hug.

You smile against her as she squeezes and leans away.

“I was so worried about you all bloody night!” she scolds.

“I know, I’m sorry! I’m here now, aren’t I?” you ask, leaning against your headboard.

Lucy had a sly smirk on her face as she sits on the edge of your bed.

“So,” she starts. “Who’s the blonde hunk outside your door?”

Your eyes open wide as you shush her loudly.

“Don’t say that! He’s my new security!” you tell her, feeling your face flush.

“He’s cuuuute.” she teases you.

“Careful, Luc. What will Chef Rami think?” you ask, smirking back.

Her face goes serious and pale. She looks around and leans in to you.

“How do you know about us!?” she harshly whispers.

“When the kitchen doors swing open, it’s kind of hard to not see you two snogging in the corner.”

She shuts her eyes and exhales nervously.

“I’m so sorry.” she tells you, honestly feeling bad.

“Luc!” you say fast, shaking your head. “Don’t ever apologize for having feelings for someone. You can’t help who you fall in love with.” you remind her.

She smiles sweetly and leans in to hug you once more.

“Ready for breakfast?” she asks.

You nod your head yes, but you really meant no.

Lucy helps you get around for the day, helping you slip into a white sundress. She helps with hair and makeup and you feel like you’re ready for the day - sort of. You open your bedroom door and are greeted by Ben once more. He smiles briefly, before going serious once more.

“Good morning, princess.” he says.

“Ah, Ben!” you say a little too cheerfully. “Good morning. Remember, it’s just y/n.”

He nods his head as you all begin walking to the dining room. You’re in too much of a cheerful mood, it confuses Lucy and even Ben. You’re skipping down the hallway with a huge smile on your face. You’re not sure why you’re so happy. Last night had been traumatizing for you. You reach the kitchen and freeze when your mother and father weren’t there. They’re never late for a meal. This made a bubble of worry grow inside of you as you look around and to Lucy.

“Where are they?” you ask, nervously.

She shakes her head, not knowing what to say. Just then, Ben’s hand flies up to his earpiece as he listens to something. His face scrunches up in concentration as his eyes glance to you. You watch him and shake your head, insisting that you would like to know. Ben presses a button and gives whoever it is an OK.

“You’re needed in your father’s study.” he says fast.

“Why?” you ask, looking to Lucy.

You were never allowed in your fathers study. You didn’t have a good feeling.

“What’s happening?” you ask, freaking yourself out. “What does he need?”

“I’m not sure, princess. I’ve just been given orders to escort you to your fathers study.”

You swallow hard and nod as the three of you slowly begin walking. You were dreading what you were going to be told when you walk through those doors. What in the world would they need you in there for? You had already been scolded last night, you didn’t understand. You finally reach the room and take in a deep breath before nodding your head, telling the guards perched outside the doors to open them up for you. You walk in and look around at all of the tall bookshelves that line the walls. Your father and mother were sat behind his large, dark oak desk. They had worried expressions as they watch you walk in. They both stand up fast and the tension in the room was thick.

“Mum? Daddy?” you ask worried. “What’s wrong?”

“We need to speak about something.” says your mother, looking to your father for a split second.

“Is it about last night? Please no more scolding, I’m too exhausted for-”

“You have to leave the country.” your father says fast.

You stand there with a smile on your face as your eyes flutter. None of this felt real.

“I- What? I what?” you whisper.

“My love, you have to leave the country. There’s-”

“The country!? As in going to another country? Is this my punishment for what I did? Don’t you think that’s a bit extreme!? I’m sorry for what I did, please don’t send me away! I won’t do it aga-”

“Y/n!” says your mother, trying to calm you down.

She understands how frightening this must sound to you. They both do.

“We’re not sending you away, because we’re mad, sweetie.” she starts.

“We’re sending you away, because,” says your father, glancing to your mother with sad eyes. “Because there’s been a threat… Against you.”

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Loud, head thumping music blared all around you. Sweaty, chaotic bodies jumped, danced and screamed as they watch the live band on stage. Your favorite band of all time. The mixture of the ear piercing music and the shrill screams were enough to make your head pound. You don’t think you have ever been somewhere where it’s this loud, causing your own body to shake. Adrenaline? Perhaps. This was the first time in your eighteen years of living where you’ve snuck out. Usually princesses don’t do that. They stay far up in their castle, away from everyone else. Smile, y/n, you can hear your mother harshly whispering to you.

Your mother. Your parents were going to absolutely kill you when they find out you’ve snuck out. And believe me, they’d find out. Your nightly routine of Gwil checking on you was about thirty minutes ago. You can almost picture the panic in the castle as everyone rushes around to find you, but failing miserably. Hopefully they notice the opened window, you think to yourself. You purposely left it open in hopes they would realize that you weren’t in the castle. That you decided to venture out into the world for just a night. So far, you liked it.

You move your way around people in the crowd so you can get a better view of the band. Your best friend, from whom you’ve met online, was trailing right behind you as she shoved people to the side to make a path. You weren’t allowed to have non royalty friends, so Claire was your little secret. She didn’t see you as a snotty, rich princess like everyone else did. She saw you as y/n and that’s it.

“Piss off!” she yells, kneeing a handsy man in his side.

She was also a little firecracker. Spoke her mind no matter what and you loved that about her. She’s the reason why you’ve broken out of your small, dark shell. She had yelled loudly, making you turn around and laugh as the man is hunched over, grabbing his sore side. Claire rolls her eyes as the two of you continue walking. Your favorite band was having a midnight performance and you couldn’t believe you were here. It felt like a dream. You kept finding yourself peering around, in search of security guards watching you. You saw none, which allowed you to breathe a bit more. The multiple drinks you have consumed were making your head feel all light and fuzzy. You turn your focus back to the band and smile as your favorite song comes on. Everyone in the audience cheers like crazy and you join in, not caring who was watching. Your arms fly above your head as you begin dancing to the beat. You close your eyes and can’t stop smiling as you take in every second of this night, never wanting it to end.

“So, do you love it or do you love it?” asks Claire, smiling at you.

You look to her fast and laugh loudly.

“I think love is an understatement!” you shout back.

You’re grinning as you still stare at Claire, watching as her face slightly falls. She’s staring at something behind you, making your heart pound even faster - something you thought was impossible.

“Claire?” you ask, worried.

“Did Joe quit already?” she asks confused.

You shake your head and wait for her to continue, but she keeps staring past you. You wave your hand in front of her face making her finally look at you.

“What are you talking about?” you ask, half laughing.

“Your groupies! One’s been following you for a bit now. Is he new?”

Your brows slowly knit together, confused. New? You know Joe was leaving soon, but that wasn’t for another week. You shake your head slowly and feel a chill wash over you. The blaring music suddenly becoming mere background noise. You turn your head and peer behind you, scanning the multiple faces all around. Your eyes finally land one a blonde man, all dressed in black. His eyes are peering right at you, not breaking for anything. A serious look is plastered to his face as he stands near the back wall in the shadows. He was definitely staring at you. Your cover had been blown. You look back to Claire fast and grab her hand harshly.

“We have to go!” you say to her, dragging her behind you.

She yells out your name several times, but you continue rushing to the exit.

“Y/n, what’s gotten into you!? So they found you, big deal!” she yells.

You spin around, your face pale.

“Claire,” you start, trying to catch your breath. “I don’t know who that is, but they apparently know me! I have to go!”

Her eyes are wide as the two of you turn back around and spot the same blonde man making his way through the crowd, his eyes still on you. Claire looks to you and nods her head.

“Go!” she yells.

You both run and bump into people, causing them to shout out at you. You ignore them as the exit gets closer. You feel yourself relaxing, when suddenly Claire’s hand slips from yours. You gasp and turn around realizing just how busy the arena had gotten.

“Claire!?” you scream, looking around frantically. “Claire!?”

Nothing. You had lost her. You spot the blonde man getting even closer, so you choose to turn and continue without her. You knew this was a bad idea. You knew someone would notice you. You knew you should’ve brought security. You fling the door open and feel the cold air hit your face. You inhale the fresh breeze and begin rushing down the sidewalk. You pull your jacket close to your body as you wrap your arms around yourself. You push forward in the direction of the castle, ignoring any cat calls on the way there. You look behind you and feel yourself calm down when you spot nobody following. You round a corner and lean against a brick wall to catch your breath. You close your eyes and lean forward, dizzy from your head spinning. 

A screeching noise of a car stopping too fast makes your head to shoot up. A giant black SUV is directly in front of you with dark tinted windows. You stand up straight and gasp when the drivers door opens up and the same blonde man from the concert walks out. He looks directly at you and rushes forward. You scream loudly and attempt to run, but it’s no use. He grabs your arms and hurriedly cuffs your hands together behind your back. You kick your legs wildly as he wraps his arms around your waist and carries you to the car.

“No! Let me go! Help!” you scream loudly as tears roll down your face.

The man huffs as he holds you against him with one arm, while the other opens the back door and pushes you inside. You flop on your back and try kicking while he slams the door closed.

“Let me go!” you scream loudly, your voice breaking.

The man ignores you as the car begins driving fast. Fear has your whole body shaking as you sob loudly. Why was this happening? What could this man possibly want? Now you really regret sneaking out. You continue to kick at the door in anger and frustration.

“Let me GO!” you scream as you kick harder.

The car comes to a hard stop, making you roll over onto your stomach. You try to sit up, but it’s no use. You hear the door open and hands wrap around your arms, leaning you up. You fight against the man’s grip when suddenly something gets put over your head, blocking your view completely. This is when super panic mode sets in. You’re screaming and kicking as you get dragged out of the car. Your feet slide against pavement as you get carried someplace. 

You make out a bright light as you enter a building. You breathe fast as you’re forced to sit down. You hear whispering in front of you and make out two male voices. You squeeze your eyes closed and silently weep. You were scared. More than scared. You were beyond terrified. Your whole body was shaking in fear when suddenly, the thing over your head was ripped off. You squint your eyes to the harsh light as you blink them a few times. You peer in front of you and spot two men. You blink a few more times as your eyes finally adjust. You freeze and slowly shake your head, shocked.

“Joe?”

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