"She's the perfect accomplice." Samantha's eyes widen viciously scrolling through the Google search page. She bites her lip with excitement feeling as though she had just mentally hit the jackpot.

"Plus, she's clearly unstable.. I mean look at her." She clicks on a picture of Eleanor Henstridge, the Princess of England, with mascara soaked eyes dancing up against an unidentified guy in a club double fisting two bottles of vodka.

Samantha turns the computer chair to face Jasper Frost standing directly above her closely examining the picture on her laptop. His glacial blue eyes are latched onto the screen deep in thought. He had a tendency to get lost in his thoughts. It was her duty to keep him on task. She grabs onto his cheeks with both of her hands before bringing him in for a kiss.

"You will do amazing, baby," she whispers stroking the bangs across his forehead to the side. "You reel her in, and I'll seal the deal."

He had known Samantha for as long as he could remember. She was his vice. They were toxic toward each other. It was impossible to quit. They served as a duo, Bonnie and Clyde, conning and deceiving even the most prestigious. There was no rush quite like getting rich off the ignorance of those who turned a blind eye. And this was their most substantial and profound mission.

Getting offered a position as security detail in the royal kingdom in the U.K. was nothing short of a miracle. Having an impressive resume, and quite frankly never being caught, put both Jasper and Samantha right where they wanted to be. It set them up for what they lusted after for years.

The royal diamond.

They knew they had to part, and it was painful to say goodbye. But Jasper had a new position to attend to, across the world, and Samantha would have to wait until it was her time to strike. She was more than confident that his unrealistically handsome features and charismatic personality would win the emotionally unstable Princess over.

It was almost too easy.

Jasper zips his last bag before retrieving his plane ticket from the kitchen table. Samantha walks from the bathroom still wrapped in her bath towel with a glum expression. It was a bittersweet moment. She struts toward him and places her finger on his chin lowering it before planting her lips onto his.

"You are going to great. Just remember the plan. And don't you go falling for that mess and fuck this up." Her tone changes pointing her finger in his face.

Jasper furrows his eyebrows before turning on his heels and walking out the front door with his luggage behind him.

The plane ride was longer than hell. 11 hours and no amount of whiskey on the flight could calm his nerves. This would be their biggest project yet. And it all relied on his shoulders in this very moment. Would he be able to pull it off? Did he even have the 'body guard' facade?

Landing in London is a beautiful sight. He had never been out of the states before, and never experienced the winter wonderland that was taking place around him.

The dinging sound of the aircraft signals him to grab his carry on before slugging the rest of his drink. He is so out of his element he doesn't have the faintest idea how to blend in with the crowd. Being surrounded by innocent tourists who were presumably on vacation.. or those who were returning home.

Jasper impatiently stands at the baggage claim with his hands in his jean pockets. He had apparently underdressed. The unforgiving brisk winds from outside whip through the terminal piercing through his thin black sweater chilling him to the bone.

There was no amount of preparation that could persuade him for the act he was about to put on. He certainly wasn't an actor, and to him, his phony British accent certainly wasn't convincing. As time had gone on his confidence had plummeted dramatically. Tomorrow morning he would be facing the top of the line for his final interview. And he had realized, in this moment, that he was nowhere near ready.

"Pryce. Ted Pryce." A man with salt and pepper colored hair and a friendly face extends his hand.

Without hesitation Jasper firmly grips onto Pryce's hand maintaining respectable eye contact. He's wearing one of the suits that he and Samantha purchased before his endeavors. He felt rather silly wearing such a lavish outfit, but he had to roll with the punches. And most importantly, be convincing.

Jasper clears his throat before mentally grasping onto his 'accent'.

"Pleasure, sir. Jasper Frost."

Ted's eyes flicker up and down examining the young man before him. Jasper can feel the hairs on the back of his neck standing. For all he knew, Ted could call him a fraud right in this very moment and have him banished.

"Very well, Mr. Frost. Follow me."

Letting out a sigh of relief, Jasper follows his lead. Walking through the palace, he feels as though he is stuck in a movie. A beautiful one at that. The inside of the palace is indescribable. The walls are carved with intricate detail, portraits of royalty drape the walls, spotless red carpet lays beneath him, gaping ceilings tower above him.

"You will begin basic training tomorrow morning with the others," Ted speaks gesturing his hand toward three other men dressed in similar attire.

Jasper viciously nods his head in compliance.

"But you son," Ted grabs Jasper by the arm pulling him into the other room. Jasper holds his breath scared shitless of what was to come next. "You have been assigned to one of the most important positions of them all."

Jasper blinks faster than his eyes can keep up swallowing in a hefty gulp of air.

"Not one body guard has lasted more than two weeks with this one. I wish you luck."

"Who exactly-" Shit, British accent. Keep focused. "Who exactly, sir?"

The sound of a door slamming across the room makes both of them lightly jump. Ted raises his eyebrows at someone behind Jasper prompting him to turn around.

"Your highness," Ted speaks in a phonier voice than Jasper's lame British accent. "Your new security detail."

"Pryce, what do we have here?" she purrs approaching them.

Jasper has to do a double take before focusing his eyes on her. It wasn't the fact that Ted had just pronounced him as the Princess' new security detail. It wasn't the fact that he was on the verge of a nervous breakdown. It wasn't the fact that he had somehow landed this job in the royal palace as a 'bodyguard'.

It was her striking presence.

Although she was visibly fucked up off of some sort of substance, she naturally radiated beauty. Her glowing green eyes against the dark room. Her stick straight raven colored hair that highlighted her prominent features. Her unique body shape with an equally unique taste in apparel. Her-

"Hello? Do you speak?" Eleanor snaps her fingers inches away from Jasper's face. "Am I going to have to fire you already?"

Jasper winces subconsciously lecturing himself for losing focus.

"Your highness," he softly speaks bowing his head. "Jasper Frost."

Eleanor folds her arms cocking her waist to the side. Her eyes appear to lighten a brighter hue as she observes him out of amusement. The faintest sign of a smirk crosses her lips as she tilts her head to the side.

"Thank you Pryce," she dismisses Ted without looking at him. He silently nods his head before promptly turning away.

Jasper clasps his hands before him mentally coming back to Earth and remembering why he was here in the first place. Eleanor takes a step closer toward him, inches from his face. She lightly tugs on his tie seductively biting her lip.

"Right this way, bodyguard. I need some help down in the wine cellar."