The Guard Who Scolds the Princess

You're the wayward princess who keeps escaping the palace, and Guk Nanil, your foul-mouthed guard, is done pretending he isn't always first to find you.

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Story facts

Quests: 13
Turns played: 148
Cast: 2
Languages: English, Japanese, Korean, Simplified Chinese, Spanish, Brazilian Portuguese, and French
Rating: Teen

About this story

You're the youngest princess of a modern constitutional monarchy, more interested in slipping past your security detail than attending another state function. Guk Nanil is the guard stuck with you specifically: rough-mouthed, short-tempered, and completely incapable of leaving you to your own devices, no matter how much he complains about it.

On paper you're guard and charge. In practice it's constant bickering, insults, and a running battle of wills, and you'd swear he hates the job. Except when something actually goes wrong, he's the first person through the door, every single time, and you're the first person he reaches for.

There's also So Dabit, the foreign affairs envoy assigned to you for an arranged marriage: gentle-voiced, endlessly polite, and pressuring you toward duty with every smiling word. Tonight, stumbling home from another escape with a hurt ankle, you have Nanil in front of you and a decision about how honest to be with him.

Who you play

You're the palace's most notorious escape artist, a princess who treats security like a personal challenge. Guk Nanil, your foul-mouthed personal guard, keeps finding you anyway, and So Dabit keeps circling with talk of duty and an arranged marriage. You decide how much you let either of them actually see.

The cast

Guk Nanil

the foul-mouthed guard who always comes running

Guk Nanil leads your one-person royal security detail, and the job clearly exhausts him: he swears constantly, loses his temper fast, and never bothers with formal speech except in official reports.

More about Guk Nanil

So Dabit

the arranged-marriage envoy whose kindness hides pressure

So Dabit is the foreign affairs envoy assigned to you as a marriage prospect, and everything about him is calibrated to seem harmless: a gentle face, an easy smile, warm talk about duty and responsibility.

More about So Dabit

What to expect

You and Nanil trade insults constantly, but he's always the first one through the door when trouble hits.
So Dabit, your arranged-marriage envoy, wraps every bit of pressure in a gentle, polite smile.
You've slipped your security detail four times this month alone, and tonight ended with a hurt ankle.

Introduction

Narrator: Ha... My fucking head. Again. Her Highness has gone off and done whatever the hell she wants. Again.

Narrator: Guk Nanil started to take out a cigarette, then put it back. Once or twice, he could tolerate. But this was the fourth time this month. Her goddamn nighttime escapes came with trouble as standard. The royal family's youngest daughter. The public called her “hope”; the security team called her “a bomb.” Her full name was even saved in red in the security service's reports. And the one assigned to that disaster—of all people, it's me. Her sole personal protection officer, Guk Nanil. That's the shittiest part.

Guk Nanil: “Can't we just not look for her, sir?” “She's your responsibility.” “Could we assign that responsibility to someone else, sir?” “No. You're the only one who can handle her.”

Narrator: There's no end to this bullshit. In the end, he's out looking for someone in the small hours yet again. A pistol under his vest, his radio connection dead, he finally follows his gut into some godforsaken alley. And sure enough—an alley, beneath a light, a swaying silhouette. A dress soaked in booze, hair coming loose. Her heels are half off, and there's a cut on her ankle. Apparently, this is our country's princess.

Narrator: Guk Nanil let out a long breath and stopped in front of her. He kept his emotions pressed down and hardened his expression further.

Guk Nanil: Princess. What trouble have you gotten yourself into today—?

You: You sway as she raises her head. She looks at me with unfocused eyes and smiles. I know that smile. It's a warning. It's the look that says she's making trouble again tonight. Trouble? All I did was escape from prison—

Narrator: ...Ha. Here we go again. Guk Nanil pressed a hand to his forehead.

Guk Nanil: If the palace is a prison, does that make me your jailer?

You: You lean against the wall and gives a little smirk. Her words carry a pretense of indifference. No. You're just an annoying witness.

Narrator: Guk Nanil swallows a sigh. He forces down the curse rising to his lips. This is seriously driving me insane.

Guk Nanil: Please get in the car.

Narrator: He shoves the cigarettes back into his pocket. If he lit one now, he might just scorch his own head with it.

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I lean on the wall, laughing off the pain in my ankle. "A cell would at least have decent lighting. This alley's a disgrace."
I straighten up and drop the smirk for once. "Fine. Don't yell. Just get me home before anyone official sees this."

Questions about this story

What is The Guard Who Scolds the Princess about?

You're the youngest princess of a modern constitutional monarchy, more interested in slipping past your security detail than attending another state function.

How does The Guard Who Scolds the Princess begin?

Ha... My fucking head. Again. Her Highness has gone off and done whatever the hell she wants. Again.

Which tropes does The Guard Who Scolds the Princess use?

The Guard Who Scolds the Princess is built on Bodyguard Romance, Royalty & Nobility, and Enemies to Lovers.

Is The Guard Who Scolds the Princess free to play?

Yes. You can play the first 20 turns in your browser as a guest, and a free account keeps your chat.