Mission Objective: Protect the Prince

by BookFanatic12

I - America Singer - hadn't been chosen and had disappeared that very day and never returned. Now I was back seven years later as an agent to protect the Royals who thought I was dead under a new name. This was supposed to be a straightforward mission, but in reality they never are when the heart has anything to do with it. (Rated T to be safe)

1. Chapter 1

The rebels had fallen silent for nearly seven years now.

Although Illéa faced many issues - the threat of civil war was no longer one. It was still unknown to all (including the King), why they had fallen silent the day of the engagement of Prince Maxon and Princess Kriss. But then again, the day of the announcement had been full of danger that many never knew - but America had known. She knew why the rebels had remained silent, she knew what the rebels had planned for that day but she would never tell. To most she was presumed dead or missing - even her family believed that.

But now a new threat had emerged that threatened to kill the royal family. Even though America had not stepped through the gates of the palace in so long, she knew that she had to for their safety.

America

I could remember every detail of the palace, the halls, my room even the gardens. It felt alien to be stepping back into the world of royals. As I sat in the back of the car, I re-read all of the file that I had been given. The new threat had come as a surprise to me, because I had seen to it that the rebels would no longer harm my home.

"Miss Weston! Eadlyn!"

I jumped at the shout of my new name.

"Yes! What is it Andrew?" I replied quickly, placing the file down next to me so I could talk to my assistant.

"We have nearly reached the palace Miss," He informed me, before asking, "Why did you agree to this? I thought the King could never meet you in person?"

"Well the King wasn't listening to my concerns or officers." I replied through gritted teeth.

Even though the King did not know that the Director of the Special Forces was formerly a woman he hated, it felt as if he did know my secret. very few knew my true identity - and I intended to keep it so. I had dyed my hair brown and wore glasses to try and conceal my unique features. I had chosen not to speak to country leaders face to face and sent officers in my place to meetings to keep the organization and myself as secret as possible. Special Forces had been around for nearly 100 years and yet few knew it existed.

Even though there were some who knew who I truly was, no one knew what had happened to me on the day of the announcement. No one knew my story until I had appeared 1 year later. Special Forces had taken me in and turned me into the agent I was today - and I was forever grateful.

As the car pulled to a halt by the gates, I immediately knew that something was wrong. I opened my door - against my assistant's requests - to see that the doors were wide open. No one could be seen anywhere on the front grounds.

Signaling to the support truck behind my own car, I pulled my gun out from it's holster and moved towards the gate.