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Summary: Tumblr prompt: BodyguardAU- she's spoiled, he needs the job; they hate each other. Being a bodyguard is tough, especially when you are the bodyguard of the heir to the kingdom.

Rating: T- language

Pairing: SoMa

Chapter 5- Spoiled Brat

He couldn't believe he was stuck with such a princess. And as much as he wanted to believe that was just a figure of speech, it wasn't. He just HAD to be hired to be the body guard for the heir to the kingdom. Princess Maka Albarn was a force to be reckoned with; she was always challenging the social norms and gender roles. She wasn't afraid to speak her mind, and she had an arm to her- that much he knew for sure. His head had suffered from one too many of her attacks when she was in a mood. The king had wanted protection for his precious daughter, for if he were to perish, she would immediately take the throne as her mother passed away when she was a young girl. Soul had figured that the Princess could care for herself quite well, but he understood the king's worries. With the rise of the Kishin Clan and the wars that broke out due to its leader, Asura Shinigami, it was better to be safe than sorry. Still, why did he have to get stuck being her bodyguard?

"Mr. Evans, I want to go into the city," Maka commanded in a haughty air from her seat.

"Princess, firs' off, I told you to call me Soul," he replied for the millionth time since being hired. He hated formality with a passion, another reason it was so ironic that he was hired to protect the freaking heir to the country. "Secon'ly, that's not possible. There was an attack not too far from the city walls. 't's not safe."

"Soul, I have told you to use proper grammar and language when you are around me. That means do not use those silly contractions that you have come up with." At this he just rolled his eyes; boy, was this girl a handful. "And I do not care that there was an attack close to the city limits. I need to go into the city; it is of upmost importance."

"If by 'upmost importance' you mean to go buy some o' those trashy no'els I see ya reading from time to time, then no. There's no way we're going for that. Yer father would kill me if let you 'nywhere near there."

"Mr. Evans, they are not trashy novels," she said with a huff, standing up and sauntering over to him. "We will be going into the city today. That is final."

"No we'll not," he retorted, arms crossing across his chest in annoyance. Man, she was a pain in the arse. Her eyes narrowed dangerously and before he realized it, one of her novels was embedded in his skull, causing him to cry out in pain and swear loudly.

"As I said, we will be going into the city today. Call my carriage while I go change. It better be here when I get back or you will receive another book to the head," she commanded before walking primly away to her bedchambers.

"Damn woman," he grunted, picking himself up off the floor and calling the carriage for her. There was no use in fighting it; when she made her mind up there was no changing it. As much as he couldn't stand being her bodyguard, he needed the money. So, no matter how much of a pain she was, he just had to grit his teeth, keep his mouth shut, and obey her majesty. He just hoped that his head would survive long enough to get through this.

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