"WHO DO YOU THINK YOU ARE YOU TURD MONKEY!" I shouted as I repeatedly hit him with my fluffy throw pillow. "I think I'm you're royal body guard Princess," He smirked as he wrapped an arm around my waist and pulled me to his chest. "Appointed by your father, the King," Crimson Cross was the bane of my existance. Crimson Cross was the most annoying person I've ever had the misfortune of knowing. Crimson Cross was the sexiest specimen that my eyes had ever feast upon. Crimson Cross was the definition of bad boy. Crimson Cross is my royal body guard.