Commander Conrad Larsen isnt interested in babysitting some timid princess, but the queen has demanded a qualified bodyguard for the girl and as a decorated war hero, Conrad comes highly qualified. What hes not qualified for? Defending his heart against the soft-spoken, traumatized angel that seeks safety in his arms. His defenses drop in the company of such sweetness and grace, but princesses dont marry bodyguards, do they?
Hell see about that.
