A Bodyguard For The Princess (A Bad Boy Romance) (10 page)

Daphne rubbed her forehead. “It won’t. I know it won’t. I’ve been working on these reforms for two years, Mother. Where did she get her information?”

“Several highly renowned economists,” the queen told her.

“From outside the kingdom? Why would people listen to them over their own?” Matt’s jaw clenched as Daphne’s face fell even more and she tugged hard at her ear. She was watching all her hard work possibly disappear. Matt knew that feeling of hard work meaning nothing. It was always a hard slap to the face. “She only needs a few more on her side and she can kill the reforms,” Daphne muttered. “I can’t believe they would listen to her.”

“And I’m afraid it’s going to work,” the queen said. “Our hands are tied in this matter.”

“But we’re in charge. Why can’t you just simply tell her it won’t happen?”

“We have parliament for a reason,” the queen argued fiercely, and Matt realized Daphne took after her mother the most. “If we start making decisions for our people against what parliament agrees on, we might as well get rid of them altogether. The people need to know that we adhere to the same structure as they do. You know this… You’ve been taught it since birth!”

Daphne hung her head, her arms crossed over her chest as she nodded stiffly.

“Now then, I will need to speak with you once more tomorrow before our trip,” the queen continued more calmly. “I expect you to be in a better mood then.”

“Anything else, Mother?”

The queen’s eyes narrowed. “No, that will be all.”

Daphne turned on her heel and stormed towards the palace. Matt moved to walk behind her but didn’t speak as she muttered angrily under her breath. She tugged hard on her ear the whole way inside, up the stairs, and down the corridor to her rooms. When she reached them, she turned to him and said she needed a moment alone.

Matt considered following her inside anyway, but the pleading in her eyes made him bow his head and say he would be right outside. She closed the doors, and he heard her stomping around in her heels. He turned his back to the doors, ready to keep watch, when a crash sounded from inside her rooms. Hand on his gun, he threw the doors open, ready to fight off an attacker. Daphne, her chest heaving, was surrounded by shattered glass. There was no one else in the room.

“Princess Daphne?” he asked quietly, his eyes roaming from one end of the room to the other. Vases and trinkets that had been there before were now gone. He stalked to the glass at her feet and frowned. “Do you feel better now?” At least he knew he was right about her hidden temper.

She nodded slowly. “I’ll clean this up. Then we can go. I have several parliament members to meet with this afternoon so I can hopefully get them to see reason on their own.”

“Of course, princess,” he said, but she didn’t move. “Why don’t I call for Marie? She can have the servants clean this up. Maybe you should sit down for a minute and collect yourself.”

“Why?” she snapped.

“So when you meet with the parliament members, you don’t chuck anything at their heads, my lady.” He stared her down, and when she refused to budge, he gave her a gentle push towards the table. “Mind the glass.”

“You can’t order me around,” she muttered, and he smirked as she tiptoed around the glass until she reached the table and plopped down in her chair.

She tapped her fingers loudly on the tabletop and watched Matt as he picked up the phone in the room to call for Marie. When he hung up and glanced at Daphne, he frowned. Her face had paled. Her eyes shot to the shattered remains of crystal she took her anger out on and she slumped, very unladylike, in her chair.

“I can’t believe I did that,” she whispered, placing a hand over her mouth. Her eyes widened. “Matt, I’m so sorry. I… I never act like this.”

“Everyone has their breaking point, my lady,” he said quietly, knowing that well enough from experience. “Do you wish to talk about it?”

“No, at least not here. Maybe tonight if you’re willing to come to the rooftop with me?”

His chest swelled at the tinge of need in her words. She was asking for trouble and he knew it, but he couldn’t stop himself from promising he would be there. She stood, stepped carefully around the glass again, and walked to the door slowly, ready to leave. Her posture said she was in no mood to deal with anything else that day, but Matt couldn’t keep her from her duties. She would continue about her day without any regard to taking care of herself nor her mental stability. Whatever her mother spoke to her about had her on edge.

Telling her about Dion today would only make it worse. He decided he would wait until a better time to tell her what was going on with her cousin. Just in case she went off again. There were only so many things in her room she could break as a release.

Chapter 7

Daphne feigned feeling ill for dinner and took it in her rooms to avoid another confrontation with her parents. Matt told her Jeremiah would be outside her door while he ate, but if she needed anything, he would be a phone call away. Her cheeks reddened before he left her, that smoldering gaze of his glancing hard at her face. She hated that he saw her flash of weakness but was thankful the man hadn’t said a word about it the rest of the day.

Now that she was finally alone, she kicked off her heels, poured a glass of white wine from the chilled bottle on the table, and settled on the chaise lounge. She nibbled at freshly caught fish and salad but lost her appetite after a few bites.

When she’d returned from her last meeting of the day, there had been a file on her table with a note from Marie. All the information they had on Matthias was at her fingertips, and she was dying to find out about this man driving her to rebel against every social rule she’d been taught from birth. He saw past the mask she wore every day, and instead of judging her for it and pointing out her flaws as her over-protective parents constantly did, he accepted them with that same heated look in his eyes when he captured her lips with his, pressing their bodies together.

Her face warming from the thought of him holding her, mixed with the wine, caused that warmth to spread between her legs. She clamped her thighs tightly together and told herself to take it one step at a time. First, she needed to figure out who this man was.

Sipping on her wine, she flipped open the file folder on Matt and admired the straight-faced picture staring back at her. Those dark, slate eyes managed to capture her with their fierceness. Her fingers trailed down the image until she pushed it aside and read about his background. Born a native on the island, he had served in the military since he was eighteen. She wasn’t surprised he was a decorated soldier based on his years of service, but when she turned to the other pages to see for what exactly, there were no details.

“Really? What did you do?” she wondered aloud, skimming over the blacked-out pages beneath the others. “Seven years, and there’s nothing.”

The rest of the file contained little background on the schooling he’d acquired during his service and his latest job as a nightclub bouncer. Nothing was mentioned of his family, though the recommendations for this job were from his old commanding officer and the general of the whole Apostolos army.

No doubts remained about his abilities to keep her safe, but still, she wasn’t satisfied with the few answers she’d managed to glean from the information. She tossed the folder aside, irritated. Tonight, she was headed up to the roof, and he would meet her up there. Did she want to risk pushing him away and ask what he used to do? She considered the possibility of him being an assassin but nervously laughed it off. That would be the last job this type of man would want, wouldn’t it? Or maybe it was where he was most comfortable, being in the midst of the action, a chance for danger around every corner. Her laughter quieted as the realization hit her of just how safe she was with Matt watching over her. God help the person who tried to take on a man with a blacked out military past.

She puttered around her room, thinking of a way to approach the subject delicately, when Jeremiah called through the door. “Come in,” she said and set her wine glass down.

The door opened and Jeremiah stepped inside, bowing his head. “Sorry to disturb you, Princess Daphne, but your Aunt Agnes is here,” he informed her with a frown. “Shall I bring her in or are you still feeling ill?”

Daphne nodded vigorously. “Yes,” she said, trying to sound ill, coughing for good measure. “I’m afraid to let anyone in. Might catch what I have.”

“Very well, my lady,” he replied and ducked back out of her room. She heard his voice and Agnes’s shrill reply before the woman barreled into her room despite Jeremiah’s protests. “My lady, shall I have her removed?” Jeremiah snapped as he grabbed Agnes’s upper arm.

“Unhand me at once! I am sister-in-law to the king,” she stormed and tried to yank her arm free. His didn’t budge.

“Yes, but not by blood. I do not take my orders from you,” Jeremiah retorted. “Princess Daphne? What would you like me to do?”

“You will let me speak with my niece, that’s what!”

“Aunt Agnes, that is enough,” Daphne commanded. Her aunt turned her glare her direction. “Why are you here? I am not feeling well and would like to rest, so if you have business with me, speak it quickly.” She motioned for Jeremiah to release her arm, but he didn’t leave the room. “Well?”

Agnes straightened her dress, frowning. “You appear well enough to me, my dear sweet niece. Perhaps you are simply overburdened with your new duties as future heir.”

Daphne’s hands curled at the jibe, but she didn’t acknowledge it further. “If you are not going to tell me what you want, then Jeremiah would be more than happy to remove you.”

“That will not be necessary. I came to protest the actions taking place against my son.”

“What are you talking about?”

“Don’t act like you don’t know what’s been happening,” she snapped and took a step forward until Jeremiah warned her not to again. “This investigation into the smuggling allegations! It’s outrageous, and I demand you do something to stop it—now.”

Daphne sighed and paced to the chaise, sitting down heavily. Her aunt wanted her to magically make all the problems go away. Ironic, since she was currently trying to kill the education reform Daphne wanted to put through. “Why?”

Agnes’s face darkened as she crossed her arms over her chest. “Excuse me?”

“Watch your tone, my lady, or I will remove you despite what Princess Daphne says,” Jeremiah warned.

“It’s fine, Jeremiah, but thank you,” Daphne assured him. “I said why should I help you when you are doing everything in your power to kill the reforms I’ve been working on for two years?”

She huffed. “This is completely different. He is your cousin.”

“My point, Agnes,” Daphne went on, “is that if I do something to completely stop this investigation from happening, why should I not do the same to ensure my reforms go through despite what you or the rest of parliament thinks?”

Agnes’s mouth fell open. “Why, you little—”

“I wouldn’t finish that sentence, my lady,” a rough voice said from behind Agnes and Jeremiah.

Daphne watched Matt’s towering body move into the room, his worried gaze sliding first to her and back to Agnes. “Thank you, Matthias,” she said, hoping her surprise didn’t come through her words. The worry vanished, and the intensity returned in a shot.

“Of course, princess. Jeremiah sent a call through the com. I assumed he was in need of assistance,” Matt said. “What seems to be the problem?”

“My aunt was just leaving. Would you two be so kind as to see her out?”

“What? No, I’m not leaving until you do something to stop this!”

Daphne sucked in a deep breath, drawing strength from Matt’s presence, and glowered at her aunt. “Agnes, if Dion has nothing to hide, there should be no cause for alarm. The investigation is routine for anyone who may be involved in such allegations. Perhaps the culprit is someone who works beneath him. Either way, we will get to the bottom of it. End of story.”

Jeremiah and Matt each took an arm and steered her towards the door. “You will be a terrible queen! You hear me, Daphne? You will be the ruin of this kingdom!”

“And you believe Dion would be better?” she snapped and ordered them to turn her back around. “Why? What makes him so much better than me? Tell me that.”

“He has lived,” she spat out with a dark grin. “He has been amongst the people. They know who he is and what power he could wield if he took over. You, on the other hand—they only know your face.”

Daphne bristled, her eyes narrowed. “They know what I’ve done for them—all my legislation, the reforms to lead this kingdom into the future.”

“Do they? Are you sure? Perhaps you should speak to your mother about that.”

“Enough! Jeremiah, take her out of here,” Matt ordered, and Jeremiah obliged, tight-lipped and muttering as he dragged a still arguing Agnes out the door.

Daphne didn’t move. It hardly registered when Matt reached her side and guided her to the chaise. Why would the people not know about all her hard work? She sacrificed daily for them, fought for parliament to focus on the good of the kingdom, their military, and their future generations. Why would they not know?

“Have a drink, my lady,” Matt urged and pressed a filled wine glass into her hand.

She sipped it. After a second thought, she chugged the wine until the glass was empty and the disbelief wore off enough for her to speak. “Do the people really not know who I am to them?”