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[ Nᴀᴍᴇ﹕ ] Hugh Bennett Miles

[ Gᴇɴᴅᴇʀ﹕ ] male
[ Sᴇxᴜᴀʟɪᴛʏ﹕ ] heterosexual
[ Rᴇʟᴀᴛɪᴏɴsʜɪᴘ Sᴛᴀᴛᴜs﹕ ] single

[ Aɢᴇ﹕ ] 23
[ Bɪʀᴛʜᴅᴀʏ﹕ ] November 8



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[ʜᴇɪɢʜᴛ] 6'3
[ᴡᴇɪɢʜᴛ] 192

[ Fᴀᴄᴇ Cʟᴀɪᴍ﹕ ] Felix Bujo



[ Pᴇʀsᴏɴᴀʟɪᴛʏ﹕ ]
》moody
》quiet
》strong
》reasonable
》impulsive
》worrisome
》cautious
》introverted
》guarded




[ Hɪsᴛᴏʀʏ﹕ ]
Hugh Bennett Miles was born into poverty by two who didn't care much for him. When he was only a few days old, Hugh was discarded in a cardboard box with a stained bed sheet wrapped around him on the front steps of a fire station, to be orphaned the rest of his life. His parents, who were alcoholics and drug addicts, didn't leave any form of contact or communication, and for the rest of his life, Hugh would be angry at the world for his isolation. He was delivered by the fire chief to the closest orphanage school for boys in the large city of Los Angeles, kept tucked into a run down crowded building complex. The staff there raised him from his infant stage, hoping to give this child an oppurtunity at life, but they'd soon lose faith in that glimmering hope they had in all the children that came to the orphanage. They named him Hugh Bennet Miles collectively as a staff, and hoped to welcome this troubled child to the cruel world.

Hugh grew up as that pale skinny kid who glared at everyone, the one who never spoke. He hadn't fit in well to the orphanage because of his status as one who was thrown away as a baby, although it never made sense to Hugh why thst would be something he was excluded for at a place like this. His education was bright, with his maths and sciences advanced a grade above at the school system attached to the home for boys. He didn't have too many friends, if at all any. With a flaring temper that his father had been notorious for, Hugh was readily in many fights and quickly made enemies even among the adults. He never went far from the grounds as a younger boy, but as curfew was lifted as he advanced into his teenage years, he spent as little time as possible from his cramped bedroom shared with three other boys.

When he wasn't in his bunk bed doing his homework or sitting in the principal directors office for knocking someone's teeth out, Hugh was out in the city. He loved to be alone and free from the stress and anxiety he had from being constantly surrounded by others, particularly boys. He stayed out of the way for the most part, but frequented dangerous areas for exploring. It always gave him a rush of excitement to be so close to thrill, even if he was in a spot that could potentially have him killed. Hugh had given up on friendships by the beginning of high school, instead, opting for delving into the defense class the program offered. He became adept at fitness, speed, and agility, even winning a medal or two at the competitions they held annually for all the boys enrolled in the recreational class. After graduating that pathetic excuse for high school, at last, at last Hugh was free. With the money he'd scraped up and earned on his own, as well as what the orphanage gave him for some support financially, he'd managed to go to a community college in another part of the city, working part time Jobs for his career.

He decided that it was in his best interests only halfway through freshman year to turn to the branch of government and defense in civil service. Hugh always saw terrible things happen on his little excursions around the city when he was younger, watching from behind corners as thugs beat victims senseless, or how drug deals and weapons were easily passed around illegally. With his skill set, Hugh always thought that a career in that department, as opposed to something like being a construction worker like before, would be something he could actually... be good at. And so, Hugh left college and joined a training program with the LAPD, in hopes to progress through the ranks to find soemthing that could suit him as he trained harder and harder.

For now, his job is to bodyguard. Simple, right? After six years in the business, snatching odd assignments such as drug busts or car chases or rescue missions, Hugh has done it all. He had become the one guy who picked up others slack, or took over when others chickened out of their job. Hugh isn't really all that afraid, since he has nothing else to really live for. He's given up on himself, on others, on everything. Now, he's just one of the government's puppets, someone to do the dirty work. Every once in a while, he earns a break. Given the assignment of bodyguarding a troubled spoiled brat princess for a few months, Hugh is less than thrilled to take it on for his paychecks.



[Lɪᴋᴇs]
○ quiet
○ dark colors
○ night time
○ relaxation
○ being alone
○ action


[Dɪsʟɪᴋᴇs]
● noises
● family
● anxiety
● uncertainty
● bad manners
● holidays
● being alone

[ Fᴀᴍɪʟʏ﹕ ]
□ none

[angelena.]

{~Ɲαмє~} Liva Nicoline Nordskov, princess of Denmark

{~Ɲιcкηαмє~} Your Highness works just fine.

{~Ɠєηɗєя~} Feminine
||Sexuality|| Heterosexual
||Relationship Status|| Single

{~Agє~} 21
||Birthday|| April 3



{~Aρρєαяαηcє~}

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||Hair|| Golden blonde
||Eyes|| Blue
||Height|| 5’6”
||Weight|| 112 lbs
||Face Claim|| Terese Pagh Teglgaard



{~Ƥєяѕσηαℓιtу~}
~ Clever
~ Spoiled
~ Wild
~ Arrogant
~ Naïve
~ Compassionate
~ Sheltered
~ Impulsive



{~Hιѕtσяу~}
It was a wintry April morning in the ever-cold country of Norway when Queen Johanna went into labor. At 5:34, Liva was born. Four minutes later came her twin brother Mikkel. The two children would grow up together and spend every moment of their childhood with one another, but as grew older, they would also grow distant.

The little princess was pampered ever since she was a babe, always given the best of everything. Servants and pretty clothes and tutors and any fine things you could think of were at her disposal as soon as she could snap her fingers. Liva spent most of her childhood locked away in a stone castle, having private tutors rather than attending primary school. Though she never showed any interest in learning or sitting down for long periods of time, Liva always did well with her lessons. She was clever - too clever for her own good, as her father always said. The young princess was bright and as wild as a raging fire. She would never sit still, always wanting to roam and go on adventures. While her mother had always been a free spirit and encouraged such behavior, her father was not. The king of Denmark wanted to raise a ruler out of his daughter who was born as third in line for the throne, right after her mother and aunt.

As Liva grew older, she was enrolled in a posh private school, where she was, of course, one of the most popular young ladies enrolled. The crowd she got involved with loved to party and Liva was fascinated with that lifestyle. Oftentimes, she would sneak out with them and find herself using fake licenses to get into all the hottest places. As the princess of Denmark, she had every thing she wanted, but there was always a whole in her heart, something that could only be filled when she was putting herself in the most reckless situations there was. She loved the thrill of danger. And it wasn't like Liva ever had to worry about the consequences. Her parents would always bail her out of trouble and royal guards would keep her from getting hurt. The only thing that ever mattered was staying out of the tabloids...

When Liva was seventeen years old, her mother grew very sick. The Queen was immediately flown across the sea to a team of doctors in England. Though they tried their best, the Queen couldn't pull through. Liva was very torn up about the loss of her mother, but as all ordeals within the royal family did, the issue was quickly passed over. Her father steeled himself against his emotions in order to help lead his country and her brother ignored his feelings. Eventually, Liva was forced to move on, too.

From that point on, her father became more strict. Liva was no longer allowed to go gallivanting through the city and do as she pleased. She was now second in line for the throne and she had to be ready to take it one day. Mikkel and her grew farther apart, as he took his position a lot more seriously than she did and spent much of his time with training and athletics. He planned to go into the military...and she had no idea what she was to do with the rest of her life. After she graduated, she left to go study at a university, only because it was expected of her. Let's just say it was a good thing daddy still paid for everything for her, or else Liva would have no idea how to live on her own. Knowing that she needed to get some sort of degree, she began to study law. It's what her father wanted, after all. Unfortunately, she has yet to get her degree. Just recently, threats have emerged from a terrorist group within Denmark and a recent assassination attempt killed her father's taster. The royal family has been forced to take immediate action.



{~Lιкєѕ~}
~ Fashion
~ Card games
~ A good adrenaline rush
~ Parties
~ Dancing
~ Adventure

{~Ɗιѕℓιкєѕ~}
~ Being wrong
~ Being bored
~ Quiet places
~ Being treated like a child
~ Her studies
~ Bugs

{~Ƒαмιℓу~}
||Frederik Valdemar Nordskov||
~ Father - 43 years of age
||Johanna Asta Nordskov||
~ Mother - 39 years of age
||Mikkel Elias Nordskov||
~ Twin brother - 21 years of age
||Freja Katrine Nordskov||
~ Aunt - 37 years of age
||Gustav Sebastian Holt||
~ Uncle - 45 years of age

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Hugh was in a sour mood. He always was, it was inevitable, especially when he had a terrible morning. The night before, he'd fallen asleep after a fitful tossing and turning at 2 am, and that morning when his alarm clock went off at 6 am, he was cranky. Normally, Hugh got by fine on 5 or 6 hours of sleep, it wasn't a big deal. He didn't enjoy sleeping in, he figured the less time he was asleep the more he could accomplish. However, the day before had been an intense training day for his department, with rigorous physical activity that strained him. Since he aimed to become part of Secret Services, FBI, or CIA, he had to go through all these unnecessary activities. As his captain said, the most important thing for them was athleticism, endurance, and stamina. They would get nowhere if they were raised to be little pansies out in the dangerous world.

This Saturday morning, Hugh was to be on assignment long term. Before he promoted to a higher rank among his training, the government had assigned him with the task of bodyguarding. Hugh had done other easier bodyguarding assignments, but this one, his boss had warned, would be a little more challenging and significant. The king of Denmark, after several attempts of being assassinated, had declared a state of emergency for his family, scattering the royal crown prince and princess and himself across the globe in secure locations to hide. In his place, his advisors would take care of government affairs, as spies and agents from allied countries attempted to piece the evidence together to catch the culprits. They blamed Russia, but they could never be sure. Princess Liva Nordskov would be his client, and his client only. With such a big assingment, Hugh would be watched constantly to make sure he would do a good job. His boss wasn't worried, not for Livia anyway. It was him he was worried about. She was notorious for her fiery impulsive behavior, her spoiled nature from which Hugh couldn't empathize with after his upbringing.

In his simple apartment with cream walls and furniture in shades of black, Hugh threw aside his comforter. It was still dark, with thin light peeking through the shades. With his usual glowering icy gaze, he sat up, his feet landing on the cold wood floors. He rested his elbows on his thighs, his eyes watching the bedside clocks bright red numbers. Was it really already 6 am? He had massive bags under dark blue eyes, contrasting against his skin. Hugh reluctantly at 6:05 locked himself into his bathroom, despite the fact that nobody else lived with him, allowing for a thorough shower, hair style, and change of clothes. His lean figure was dressed in one of his usual attires, a crisp suit with a necktie, and a gun hidden in its holster on his waist for the meeting. Hugh's dark wavy hair was styled in the same hair style as always, and with a little spritz of his cologne, Hugh was deemed acceptable for business with the Princess of Denmark His shined shoes were tied evenly, and a watch he'd found at the lost and found at work sat on his wrist.

Tucking the legal papers to work for the princess under his arm, Hugh shut his bedroom door and walked to the kitchen, helping himself to a bowl of raisin bran. It tasted disgusting, but it was the best he could do with his budget and his health care concerns at the same time. He sat with a blank bleary look on his exhausted face, worn out from the day before. Four hours definitely wouldn't cut it today. Downing a glass of orange juice and then chewing gingerly on mint gum, Hugh grabbed his wallet off the counter with his phone. 6:45. He had time, the meeting was at 7, at the secluded CIA base where the president of government relations would briefly introduce them, then send them on their way. They would be staying at a house with several advanced safety measures and defenses in the suburbs of Huntington Beach, a wealthy area with a large property that Hugh couldn't even dream of owning. He double, triple checked his door that it was locked, stepping out into the hallways of the average Los Angeles apartment suite. He was on his way then, his tall figure gliding down the fire escape stairs instead of the elevator. Outside, it was a foggy September morning. It was in everyone's best interests to stay out of his way today.

Hugh kept his large hands in his pockets, strolling on the crowded sidewalks with the file tightly clutched to him. The base was quite far from where he lived, but an armored black car was awaiting him in the parkinglot to drive him there. Hugh hardly blinked as the chauffer opened the back door of the SUV with dark windows and a bullet proof body, his long legs striding right into the awaiting ride. He slid on the leather seats, black as well, and fastened his seatbelt. Inside, a few people were already situated. The door slammed shut behind Hugh, the engine humming, while he sat patiently and silently for the chauffeur to get going again. In the front seat was the Head of Defense's assistant, present in place of the busy man. The man himself was no where to be found inside the vehicle, Hugh figured he probably had something better to do. Beside him was a sunglass clad secret service bodyguard with an ear piece in. In the back three seats, Hugh recognized some other important figures, two being from the embassy in Denmark, and the other being a professional looking gentleman who was from the CIA department. They smiled and the waved at Hugh in greeting, but he returned it only with his stony glare before turning around. It was safe to say that Paul wasn't friendly that he wasn't the best guy around. He was used to being alone, so his people skills weren't great.

Hugh had no heart, and if he did, it was encased in ice, impenetrable. It seemed to roll off in waves, his negativity and anger at the world. It had partly to do with the fact that he'd been unwanted from the very start, the unforgiving negativity dwelling deep in his heart. On top of that, he was full of gutted jealous whenever he saw his coworkers, or people on the street, families at the grocery store, seeing them all happy, carefree... loving towards each other. He hated how his father and mother could just give him up like that. Leave him in the open in a stupid box, not even bother to even find a clean box without gross mildew stains from the dumpster theyd found it in. They didnt evem leave him with warm clothes, just some pathetic, lame, bedsheets with holes in it! It just wasn't fair. Hugh didn't get along with other kids at school because he was always so upset about everything, only saw the negative, and on top of that, kids bullied him for being pale and gangly awkward. He was a nerd, but got into a few fights. He just couldn't control his anger either. Then Hugh realized that it was easier to just not talk to other people and deal with their negativity and their comments, and he never knew friendship. He never had a girlfriend. The boys school he attended strictly forbade females, and unless he sat at the chain link fence dividing the boys school from the girls, he never really saw one in his high school career.

They drove smoothly in the silence to the destination, their moods grave and tense as the base crept closer. It was at an old warehouse in the hills of Bel Air, tucked mostly under ground for security and extra safety. Hugh watched outside the window intently, absorbing every sight like a sponge. He'd been here a few times before, but never for something this important. He was honored that he was going to be protecting royalty, second in line for the throne, but at the same time, he was disappointed. A princess? Come on. "ID, please. Passengers?" The chauffer rolled down the windows of the vehicle as a uniformed group of guys observed the identification tags each person flashed, including Hugh's grim portrait on his lanyard key card from the department.

"Proceed," the gruff man grunted, stepping back from the car and waving it forward into the sloping underground garage. Once they reached the front doors of the CIA base, the doors were opened for them, and everyone piled ou of the SUV. "This way," another uniformed officer greeted them, followed again by a troupe of armed men and women as they were led to the office the princess was waiting. Hugh was the center of the bunch, the entourage surrounding him as if they were afraid that he's be attacked, or attack, in a place like this. Here, it was weird with safety, especially after two years ago when the data base was hacked and the base broken in to after letting the wrong person in. It sort of bugged Hugh, his blue green eyes flickering here and there at the guards who got a little close to him at times.

A short woman in tall heels and a sleek business suit came trotting after them, squeezing in between the circle as she pushed her glasses up on her nose and shuffled a clipboard binder in her arms. Hugh gave her a sideways glance, having not expected for someone to just pop up like she did and not receive any reaction from the guards. She introduced herself as one of the secretary assistant people, before briefing him on his client. It was her basically reading off an entire list of who she was, what she was like, background, and description, but Hugh tuned her out. He knew all this already. He'd done his homework, read the file through and through like a good boy. "You must call her 'You Highness', she speaks fairly good English, her mother is a sensitive topic, don't bring up her brother, she's a bit of a party girl and will want to go out and explore plenty. You can't let her go anywhere, the estate is fully protected, you two should have everything you ever need provided for you. Keep her preoccupied, the King has asked, so she doesn't try anything against you... and she doesn't have any known allergies, but be careful with dairy, it upsets her stomach sometimes," she rattled off, her heels echoing in the halls along with the others' shuffling their feet.

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"Got it," Hugh cleared his throat, readjusting his tie in the mannerism he used when he was getting annoyed. Taking a deep sighing breath and raising a thick dark eyebrow pointedly at the assistant, she quickly nodded her head, handed him a set of car keys attached to house keys, a folder, and then disappeared back out of the circle. At last. His head had begun to hurt. Hugh bit down on his bottom lip as he pocketed the keys, noticing that they were slowing down at the end of a long sleek corridor, a pair of heavy frosted glass doors with silver door handles looming before them. The lead guard opened the door, allowing the others to enter, then Hugh, before shutting the door behind them. The guards dismissed themselves, so it became only those who had been in the car earlier minus the chauffuer.

"Miles," an older man stood from a bowl shaped lounge chair, straightening his grey suit as he came to greet Hugh. Beside him was another chair, with a blonde girl who was immediately presumed to be the princess. Two other bodyguards relaxed by a coffee maker in the large office, watching them through intent suspicious eyes. "Good morning," Hugh replied smoothly, slightly up turning his lips as he shook the head of the CIA base's hand. "Good morning to you. Nice to see that you are on time and impeccably dressed, as always," he nodded in approvment to Hugh, his hands dropping to his hips as he looked Hugh over. Hugh straightened up, feeling all eyes on him. All pressure on him. It was going with out being said, but everyone was just waiting, waiting for Hugh to slip up somehow and disappointed such an important man, and to prove himself unworthy of being Miss Nordskov's constant companion. "I don't have alot of time before the press meeting, let's get down to business shall we? Hugh Miles, I introduce you to Your Highness, Liva Nordskov of Denmark. Miss, this is Hugh, he is the bodyguard we have chosen for your stay here in America," the tightlipped man grunted, flourishing his hand as he made introductions.

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That was so so so long. I apologize xD i dont expevt that at alll

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((Hello? .-.))

[angelena.]

((Sorry! There were some really bad thunderstorms here and my internet's been out all day. Finishing up my reply now! It'll be posted in just a few minutes. ^.^ ))

[angelena.]

Her royal majesty was in a sour mood. So far, she had spent the morning being briefed about her new situation and false identity and listening to men in suits whisper about her in hushed tones. She always played ignorant when they talked outside the door, as if she couldn’t understand enough English to get what they were saying. People often forgot how clever she really was, how her mind was sharp and trained. It wasn’t surprising, considering how she looked like a spoiled airhead. Once she started giving them those blank looks, it was surprising how much they revealed without even realizing it. She knew her brother was in Switzerland, for example. And she knew that “Miles” was coming to retrieve her and take her to the “safe house”.

After awhile, she stopped paying attention. She didn’t care about being clever or learning new things about her situation. What really mattered to Liva was whether or not they had packed that little silver dress of hers. She would be severely ticked off if they hadn’t, seeing as she rarely got to wear that sort of in Denmark, where the whether was always chilly. It was rather rude, actually, how she had been shipped off to the States. The young princess was given no warning before the king had grabbed her and her brother out of bed and had them board two different private planes, shipping them off to who-knows-where while officials grabbed who-knows-what from their clothing to send on a separate plane.

“So, if anyone asks for your name you tell them…?”

Oh… had he been talking to her? Liva quickly shifted through her brain for the answer to make it seem like she had been paying attention. “Nikki ?.” Such a boring name for the princess of Denmark. “I’m an immigrant from Germany staying with my cousin in Los Angeles to pursue a career in acting. My mother and my little sister are still back home and my father died when I was seven.” She recited, rolling her eyes at the little backstory they had written out for her. She would probably forget it by the time she got to the safe house, but what did it matter? It wasn’t like this would be a long term thing. In fact, Liva believed that it would all blow over by the end of the week. Assassination attempts happened all the time, for crying out loud! None of them could ever be successful. Her father was just overreacting…

But maybe this wouldn’t be so bad. The young princess was actually a little excited to be in America, even if she was annoyed by the reason behind the trip and the fact that she would be locked away and constantly watched by guards. Lame, right? But Liva didn’t take their protection seriously either. All she had to do was sweet talk the right people and then she could be out in the city, exploring all the things LA had to offer.

“Fantastic.” The man seated across from her continued. He was an American ambassador that often frequented Denmark, a man she had actually met several times before today. Samsel was his name and he treated her just how everyone else hear did. With polite smiles and sympathetic looks and careful kindness. You didn’t want to anger a princess, afterall. Because of this, he ignored the way she sat in her black chair like she owned the place, with her legs crossed and one armed propped up on the armrest, as if ready to snap her fingers for whatever she pleased to be brought to her. He ignored the way her lip would curl when she heard something she didn’t like, the way her eyes would roll like a teenager. And lastly, he ignored that brightness that would sometimes come to her eyes. A teasing, challenging sort of glimmer that made it easy to believe she came from a land of Vikings. She was a girl who saw what she wanted and took it. Samsel glanced at his watch. “Now, Mr. Miles should be along any moment to escort you to the estate. Your things are already there. Please, make yourself at home. You will be well protected there.” One of the other men in the room nodded to her when she glanced at him, as if he believed she needed reassuring. The other man wore a gray suit and was apparently in charge here. Liva didn’t speak to him, though, only Samsel. And she completely ignored the two guards by the coffee machine.

Liva sighed, already looking like a rich Hollywood girl with her short little white dress and heels that added another two inches to her height. Stylish black sunglasses had been pushed up to rest at the top of her head once she came inside and long necklaces and earrings decorated her ensemble. Her golden hair was down as usual. Liva had always been a big fan of fashion and she knew she was pretty. And fortunately, in America, she was even prettier. She looked a little exotic with her pale skin, long legs, and full lips, and she had caught several of the agents hear stealing glances at her when they assumed she wasn’t looking. Liva liked the attention; she always had.

As she waited for her new bodyguard to arrive, Liva blew bubbles with the gum in her mouth, trying to test Samsel’s patience with her. When there was no change in his disposition, she grew bored with him and started to flip through a magazine that a lady had brought her earlier - a lady in a dreadful pant suit. Ew.

Liva glanced up then, when one of the other men in the room said the name “Miles”. She stood, her eyes finding the figure who had entered the room. As the blankety blank made the introductions, she looked Hugh up and down, crossing her arms as she examined him. Her lip curled a bit, but she couldn’t help it. “I don’t need anyone to guard my body.” She spoke only to Samsel, for he was the only one in the room that she liked. Her English was fairly good, but her accent was still very strong. The accent made her words sound even harsher, even snappier. But she was in a bad mood and she wanted to make sure everyone knew it. Liva didn’t need a bodyguard, not when her father’s men would have the assassin’s brought down by tomorrow. It wasn’t like Liva ever took any threat seriously, as she never had to actually deal with it.

Samsel gave her another one of those sympathetic looks that drove her crazy. “Your father insists, my dear, and… I have to agree with him. The threat is too great for you to go unprotected.” Liva rolled her eyes, looking back to Hugh. She looked him up and down again, her eyes sparkling with a challenge and her lips scrunching into a smirk that simply begged him to make the wrong move. “Fine, then.” She muttered. “You are taking me away from here, yes?” She asked, ending her question with the answer she most wanted to hear.

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Yay!!! Im on now for the entire night hby?

[angelena.]

I might be on for another hour. Depends on if I fall asleep or not. xD

[E M M A]

Ooo okay! Ill type rn then. Try to stay awake tho!!!! So should i narrate him actually taking her out of the room towards the car, or arw we thinming about liv doing something interesting?

[angelena.]

Lol, I'll try. xD Um... I didn't have anything planned for her, so I guess we can go ahead to the car and such, unless you had anything in mind?

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Nope! Ill go to where he drives her to the house and stuff and they have one on one time amd maybe she blasts the music with all the windows down or something or she asks him weird questioms or says somethijg mean xD idk! Ill keep it short lile 5 paras

[angelena.]

Okay! ^.^

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The girl was blonde. Very blonde. With fair features and striking blue eyes shadowed with makeup, her pink snarl and heavy accent thick with anger made it very clear that she was in no mood to be negotiated with. Hugh had had his fingers crossed the entire way here, hoping that maybe, by some fortunate hope, that he'd be granted a kind, quiet client, one who minded their own business and had a level head. Someone humble, maybe even someone he could get along with for once. But, no. Hugh hid his discontent with his client easily on his stony features, his expression unchanging as he was introduced to the girl. She immediately snapped that she didn't need anyone to bodyguard her, making it clear that she wasn't going to give in so easily. That was always trouble. Hugh wouldn't be all that concerned if the person he needed to negotiate with was his enemy; a few strikes to the face would get them to cooperate. However, if it was a client? An ally? A girl? Hugh sighed softly, watching the princess in her haughty manner insist her refusal to the American ambassador.

He hadn't even spoken a word to her, and this was already going so well. "Pleasure to meet you, Princess Liva," Hugh mumbled, his deep voice rumbling in his chest as his blue piercing eyes followed her as she moved about in frustration. The ambassador cringed, wincing as he gently assessed the problem. He spoke to Liva in such a manner that sickened Hugh, one that treated her like a child, a spoiled brat ready to explode. Her eyes rolled back into her skull until they disappeared, her eyes settling on Hugh himself at last. He didn't know if this was going to work, at all. He could already see hismelf getting fired up, he could already see how things could go awry. Easily. Hugh had always hated Liva's kind, the rich, the spoiled, the greedy, the famous; those who had everything given to them on a silver platter at just a flick of their finger. No hard work, no discipline, no manners, it was infuriating for Hugh to sit by and have the princess pout her way around, how all the guards and members inside the office dote on her every last word so sympahtetically.

"Yes, are you ready to go?" Hugh asked, without genuinely being concerned if she was actually ready. If she wanted to enjoy her coffee or sit back and relax or go to the bathroom firsthand, she would have to wait. Hugh didn't change his schedule for other people. He just wanted to get to this new house, just so he could unpack his things, tour the place, and take his anxiety medicine. Probably some migraine medication. "Very well. Mr. Miles, if there is anything out of the ordinary at the safe house... the security cameras are linked to the CIA service here. You two will be safe, but in any emergency, you know what to do. You have the keys?" The American ambassador rambled off, fidgeting his hands at his waist. Hugh gave a curt nod, having tuned out the man's brief speech anyway. He had the keys, and he was impatient to leave.

"Yes, sir. Nikki?" Hugh motioned, his voice sounding strained and tired as he waved his hand for her to join his side. Just being close to her made his neck stiff, the smell of her expensive perfume and the flash of her expensive clothes paired with that ungrateful look on her face making his hair stand up on end. Once she stepped close to him, the two exited the office, leaving behind their previous entourage to have their meeting. They were escorted by the two guards, two who had eyes for the princess, down to the parking garage were the government issued spy cars and getaway vehicles were kept. Hugh's fingers curled around the lanyard with the house and car key, his face blank as he walked alongside Liva in the dimly lit garage. The guards talked and laughed, sneaking looks at the blonde every now and then, before they came to a row of identical black SUVs with tinted windows and bullet resistant metal. Beautiful.

Hugh shot a listful glance at one with particularly large wheels, thick ones, and a metal grille attached to the front. Those big ones that he favored use of in car chases. "You sure you got it all under control, Miles?" One of the guards leered as they stopped beside an unmarked SUV with a standard California licence plate, their eyes challenging Hugh to get annoyed with them. The atmosphere between the three bodyguards were tense, particularly because Hugh was younger than the both of them, had worked for a shorter time period for the business, and yet, had the oppurtunity to bodygaurd the princess of Denmark while they were stuck here in the building. "Just fine, thank you," Hugh offered, without missing a beat as he simultaneously tugged the passenger seat open for Liva to climb in on his side. He shut the door after her, glowering with a hint of smug pride, before he slammed his own drivers seat door shut. Stupid old men.

The car smelled like brand new leather, the plastic still on the GPS screen decked out especially with safe house coordinates, and programming to lead him to their primary home in the large beautiful property. Hugh stuck the key in the ignition, humming in approval at the stickshift. They had obeyed his requests that the car be a manual driven one, very nice. In the trunk were some weapons cases, plus anything they'd need in the event that theyd need to run without fussing about grabbing things from the house. As he turned the key in the ignition, the vehicle rumbled to life, LED lights flashing on in the brand new car. It was beautiful. More expensive than he could ever afford... the American tax dollar at work. He was grateful for that. His own car was a run down pickup, something he wasn't very proud of or pleased with.

The two bodyguards stared him down through the windshield, leaned up against the parkinglot wall, the front lights shining brightly in their squinting faces as he backed out. Hugh gave them the finger, before stomping on the gas pedal with a screech of tires. The bodyguards were left behind in the dust, angered by Hugh's nonchalant attitude and behavior. Hugh didn't care less. The air conditioning blasted his face, ruffling his wavy dark hair as he drove towards the bright exit of the garage. A gate lifted as he was given the okay to go, and the car was set along the GPS route towards the house. "In a half mile, turn left," the automated female voice recited, a path with an orange arrow on the map flashing on the GPS screen. The car was quiet besides the breathing of the two passngers, and the air conditioning. Hugh relaxed into his seat, elbow on the car door and the other hand loosely on the wheel, his long legs having ample room with his seat set back from the pedals.

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She didn’t like him. Didn’t like him one bit. Liva studied the man unabashedly, already deciding that he was a bore. Hugh Miles had a blank, stony expression that already had her bristling with frustration. In Denmark, most people were very reserved…and boring. Liva had been born bold and she didn’t think she could ever be distant and quiet. That was part of the reason she was eager to come to America. Everyone within Denmark’s castle knew that the princess was a consumer and lover of American culture. Unfortunately, she was never even allowed to step foot out of the country….and now that she could, it was only a safety precaution, a way for her to avoid being brutally killed and made an example of. “Yes, I’m ready.” She replied, her voice an irritated grumble. She moved towards the man, her new bodyguard, but a hand on her arm stopped her.

“Your majesty….” The ambassador began gently. “Please be careful. Listen to what he says and keep your own guard up. I will be in contact with your family shortly and give you news on their condition.” The seriousness of his tone was unsettling to Liva. She wouldn’t allow herself to believe that she could die, that this threat was at all something to be taken seriously. No, her coping method was all about denial. But for the briefest of moments, an uncertainty, a vulnerability flashed across the princess’s young face. She nodded to the man and looked away, not saying another word to the ambassador before she followed the bodyguard out.

Liva focused her attention on watching how the man moved, absorbing every detail she could. She doubted she would actually take the ambassador’s words to heart; like she was going to listen to this man! As they walked to the garage, Liva noted how his muscle seemed taught, how the bags under his eyes were still very prominent. How long would it take her to get under his skin, make him snap? His footsteps seemed to get angrier as they walked on and she figured that it wouldn’t take much. Liva was also watching the guards out of the corner of her eye, realizing that they were the cause of her bodyguard’s discomfort. And they were also checking her out. Who could blame them, really? If she wasn’t being carted off somewhere, she might be tempted to stay a little longer and see how she could work that to her advantage. Liva, of course, was always looking for a new game to play, something to keep her entertained. As she got into the car, she couldn’t help herself. She tossed a wink in their direction, making it clear that she realized where their eyes had been. “You couldn’t handle me, either.” She replied after Hugh had already answered their question, making her accented voice sound provocative. She then let out a little laugh as she was encased in the car of black metal and tinted glass.

She studied the car before they took off, letting her fingers run along the dashboard. She was about to make a snide comment, but then something her bodyguard did caught her off guard. Hugh flipped off the two men, a gesture Liva wouldn’t have recognized if she didn’t watch so much American television shows. She tilted her head, watching Hugh again with that same sort of mischievous smile in her eyes. Finally, she spoke. “You look like you haven’t slept in three years, Hugh Miles.” She stated flatly. His name felt odd in her mouth and she struggled a bit with saying it, his first name coming out more like “You”.

Maybe it was because she was bored and cruel. Maybe it was because showing control over other people helped to feel the void in her heart. Maybe it was because she wanted to know other people felt emotions as chaotically as she did.

But she couldn’t resist the urge to tease him, to try to get some sort of rise out of him. “So, you’re supposed to keep me preoccupied…” She hinted, leaning over the middle console a bit, her voice dropping into a lower, more tempting octave. But then she sighed, getting bored again. Liva straightened, feeling silence settle over them again. She began to tap her fingers against her lap impatiently. When the sound started to drive her crazy, she sought something else loud enough to drown out her thoughts. She reached for the radio, finding a modern station and cranking it up to full blast, the newest Maroon 5 song blaring from the speakers. She glanced at Hugh, smirking a bit, hoping it annoyed him.

The princess rolled down her window, nodding her head freely to the music. The wind in her hair was freeing, unlike the stuffy office buildings she had been crammed into earlier. And the September air of LA was far warmer and more inviting than conditions back home, where winter jackets were basically a necessity now. Liva began to snoop around the car again, finding the American vehicle very curious. She let her slender fingers glide over the console in front of her. It seemed, however, that she must have hit something. The console popped open, revealing a sleek silver gun inside. Liva let out a little squeal of surprise. Of course there would be guns in here. Of course her body guard would be very fluent in the language of combat. Of course this wasn’t going to be a fun trip by any means of the word….

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He couldn't handle her either? What was it even supposed to mean? Hugh said nothing as was his usual response to everything, his eyebrow carefully lifted at Liva before he had begun to drive. He'd show this princess. He wasn't going to wait on her, teach her the value of a dollar, show her how normal human beings lived around here. Could she cook for herself? The idea of the silly girl pouting and stabbing at some cheerios because he wouldn't make her some gourmet dish entertained Hugh, and kept him from losing his temper for the moment at her comment. He could handle her just fine. Her attitude and terrible personality was something that already made him dump any idea of appreciating her exotic beauty, that was too bad. If she thought she could play the pretty girl card with Hugh Miles, she would learn soon enough.

Just as they got on the road, Hugh had begun to relax into his seat, his shoulders uncrumpling at his neck. Nikki, as he begun to think of her as, chimed in about his current state of dishevelment. Yes. He knew that. He knew he look tired. He saw his reflection this morning, for crying out loud, and he physically felt the strain on his body by just being awake. Hugh bit down a rude comment about her being so obvious, instead, his eyes wavering at the road in front of him. "I'm very aware of that, thank you, Nikki," Hugh stated blandly, his eyes narrowing at the car in front of them as they got down to the normal streets of LA again. Sure, it wasn't the politest thing he could have said, but he wasn't obliged to use manners right then. His jib description was to keep the girl safe, and undercover, until the entire Denmark situation blew over. Then he'd ship her off home to live her rich little life in her rich little castle, with all those maids and servants. He'd move on, get a different assignment, and everything would go back to normal soon, right? They'd find the assassin group right, and jail them all? It couldn't be too hard.

The princess was very restless and unsatisfied with his dull behavior, the car falling silent once more. He hadn't really thought that he'd miss his life from yesterday, the one where he wasn't constantly with a companion, a female at that, and where he could do whatever he pleased without worrying about his self image. In his apartment he could leave stuff around; in this new house, he absolutely could not. He would even probably find a need to hide things, as well. His laundry, his money and identification, all his insurance that he held so dearly, bills, anything. He jsut didn't trust her. She acted like a child, and yet he was supposed to pretend that he got along with her and enjoyed her company out in public, that they were actually friends. It sounded impossibly difficult. More difficult that diffusing a bomb in less than a minute. More difficult than traipsing through a mine field, getting to the other side alive and intact without setting any off.

Really, Hugh was making a mountain out of a molehill in his mind as he drove, overthinking how terrible this experience would be. Anyone else back at the office would have been thrilled to babysit the supposedly hot princess. Anybody but him. He would have at least been somewhat happy in his sour puss world to accompany someone respectable, maybe the king or the prince, but now? The princess? Perhaps that was why he was assigned to her, because the entire office knew that Hugh didn't fall for beauty easily (or even at all), and he didn't take being pushed around. Especially by a girl. They trusted him, because he was tall and strong, reliable, and careful in everything he did. Hugh's paranoia always was for the better, sometimes even saving crew lives during dangerous missions out and about. Right now, his reliability was a curse.

"I'm supposed to keep you safe , and nothing more. Don't expect me to cook and clean for you, or entertain you. That's what the cable and wifi is for. I'm not your friend, I'm your bodyguard," he said curtly, interrupting her trailing voice quickly. Preoccupied. Right. If she wanted his idea of preoccupied, he'd hand her a stack of papers and have her shred them. Or he'd have her do some dishes, clean the grout, count sheep. He wasn't a very fun person, and it was a good thing he wasn't planning on having a wife or kids. He'd be the most despised old man on the planet. Hugh hadn't flinched when she leaned over the console, her breath having lightly puffed on his neck. Rather than being seduced, he was irritated. He was tempted to swerve the car so she sat back down proper, but he didnt. His fingers curled around the wheel tightly.

Nikki wasn't having very much fun at all, and he was on the fence to say that it was a good thing or a bad thing. Bad thing, he decided, since she seemed to get more annoying every mile they drove. They were on the freeway now, without much traffic at all on the way in to where they were supposed to be. Surprising, he thought, since it was morning rush hour. He figured the CIA tinkered a bit with the highway system and roadwork signs, just to clear the way for him. How kind. Just when Hugh thought she had settled down, Liva tapped her manicured fingers on the brand new display, pushing buttons for the radio. A voice blasted from the deep bass speakers in the footwells of the vehicle, sending Hugh's heart rate straight up. If there was one thing he didn't like out of ten million things, it was loud, loud, sudden sounds.

He didn't cope well with it, in the minor ptsd he had acquired. Hugh caught his breath, his mood having swung from bleak to pissed in a matter of seconds. His eyes tore from the road in a heat of anger, his hand slapping the radio again to make it stop. There ought to be a childproof lock on this thing! "Don't do that!" Hugh snapped, but his voice was drowned out by the window she rolled down. Did she want to get shot? Bulletproof windows only worked if they were rolled all. The. Way. Up. The music was killed, with Hugh's hand hovering over the radio in protection. His ears still rung, the wind in the car and uneven pressure popping his ears. His hair whipped about like a crazy man's, his heart still thudding in his ears. She was so insensitive. So insensitive.

"I will not tolerate noise while I am driving, Nikki," he snarled once he had gotten the wheel back under control in his panic. He was slightly pink in the face, huffing a heavy broken sigh as he settled back into his seat, arm on the arm rest just in case she decided to test hin again. He felt a brief twinge of pity and regret that he was the one who had to take care of her, the mean one who didn't like anything or anyone, who didn't talk. This girl had been almost killed in her own home, and now she was flung to another country with weird culture, and now she had to spend it with some butt hole who didn't like her at all. Hugh furrowed his dark eyebrows, sullen again. His personality had never bugged him so much. To appease the princess, Hugh quietly turned the music back on, but dropped the level down to a decent level. He then rolled up her window, as a sort of compromise. He had to keep her safe at least. Maybe it would keep her out of trouble if he put on music. "Don't touch the volume," Hugh grumbled, his blue bleary eyes watching the freeway again.

He didn't think of anything when he heard something pop open, thinking that she was just checking the interior of the car and the glove compartment which he presumed to be empty. He was wrong, hearing her squeal made him look over. He didn't see it at first, doing a double take, when he saw the glimmer of a sleek handgun gleaming in the glove compartment. By the way it sat, heavy and unmoving although the car was, he knew it was loaded. Without saying a word, Hugh snatched the gun carefully from the glove compartment, leaning over with his long arm to grab it successfully before the princess could. He gave her a look, briefly taking his hands off the wheel to unload it into the cup holder in the center console, checked that it was truly empty, before handing it to Nikki. He pressed the trigger aimed at the floor just to make sure, pleased when it made the click sound. Empty. She could have an empty gun. That was fine.

Hugh turned off the highway after about ten more minutes of that horrible music and ignoring Nikki the rest of the way. He wanted to get into that house. Follow g the GPS direction carefully, Hugh drive at his usual haphazard speed, weaving in and out of street traffic with expertise. He followed a main street for a while that eventually thinned out and curved up a little hillside, the street switching to a private one. They came to a gated area, a uniformed worker stepping to the window of the gate operation hub. "Miles," Hugh stated, quickly yanking his identification from his jacket pocket to flash to the woman. She checked a computerized list, nodding and handing him a slip to put on his window. She then opened the wrought iron gates for him, allowing him to pass through without problem. Hugh thanked the woman with a grunt, accelerating through the neighborhood then to find their new residence. He'd never been rich in his entire life, in fact, he'd been so far from it. Seeing how lavish and expensive even the smallest of the homes looked, he was entirely pleased. They turned the corner onto their street, which only contained four houses, two on each side. Beautiful. "It's the one with... all the flowers," Hugh perked up, absorbing the view from his windshield as he parked in the driveway. It was spacious. Maybe it was normal for Nikki, but this thing was massive compared to his weenie apartment.

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What kind of house should they live in?? Its in huntington beach i wrote earlier idk why judt random but theyre generally a little large, maybe it could be just a standard idk

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That works for me, I guess. I think it should be a nice, richy place, but just not too flashy... Idk. xD Working on my reply now!

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Liva was growing more and more annoyed by the second. She studied the guard through narrowed eyes, trying to get some sort of read on him. The princess had never been fond of anyone she couldn’t easily manipulate through money or beauty or title… And right now, it seemed as though getting permission to leave the house wouldn’t be as simple as batting her eyelashes his way. It annoyed her when he didn’t respond to her flirtatious actions. Maybe he had a girlfriend or a wife or something, because there was no way any single American man could just blow her off like that. Liva smirked at the thought, visibly irate. How dare he be immune to her charms! Maybe he truly was a robot, as she was beginning to suspect.

We’ll see about that… She didn’t like the way he spoke to her. Like she was a child. Like he was the one in charge. Okay, maybe she had been told to listen to him and do as he said… But who was he to decide what his job entailed? No. Oh, no. If she told him to jump, he better ask how high. He couldn’t just tell her what he was and was not going to do. But still, as much as Liva already loathed him, it hurt a bit to hear him say right off that they would never be friends. It wasn’t like she wanted to make friends with a lowly bodyguard, anyway. But no one could argue that she was lonely.

“Excuse you!” She exclaimed when he began to yell at her, only after the initial shock wore off. Who did he think he was?! She made a disbelieving scoffing sound when he turned down her music and rolled up her window, rolling her eyes until they were focused on her limited view through the tinted window. Liva crossed her arms. At this point in her life, she was a pro at conveying her discontent with her body language. Most of the time, she didn’t even have to open her mouth to get what she wanted. “This is not my name.” She grumbled. Nikki. What an absurd name for the princess of Denmark!

The sight of the gun shook her up quite a bit, though she couldn’t really say why. Liva had never fired a gun, had never witnessed anyone get shot. The sight of the weapon served as a reminder of what this really was, how terrible her situation could get. She pushed those thoughts away roughly, but unfortunately a different thought crept into her mind. Liva stared at Hugh as he unloaded the gun so effortlessly. He was an American agent of some sort, wasn’t he? He had fired guns, had probably even killed with them. She swallowed hard, hoping she didn’t look terrified or anything. But when he tossed the empty gun back her way, she let out a little shriek and bopped it away as if they were playing hot potato. The weapon clattered to the floorboard and Liva grumbled something in Danish.

She said nothing more to him for the remaining duration of the ride to Huntington Beach, though the urge to reach forward and crank up the volume of the radio again grew stronger and stronger. Liva imagined how angry he would be, how irritated, and smirked in smug satisfaction. If only she could make him go deaf with it! As they rode along, she imagined the damage her heel could do to a man like him…

“This is it?” Liva’s brows rose high on her head as she took in her temporary home, her expression utterly unimpressed. “It’s so…” She tilted her head to the side, looking for the right word. “Small.” It wasn’t, of course, but not even the most lavish house in LA could compare to the ancient castle she was raised in. But she did like the modern feel to the buildings on this drive. For once, she didn’t feel like she lived in the middle ages. “I suppose it will do.” She sighed, rolling her eyes as she pushed open her door. She didn’t wait for Hugh before climbing out and striding up to the front door, but once she got there she realized she couldn’t get in or out without him. Not without the proper ID card. Well… that was an inconvenience. Even the most lavish cage is nothing more than a prison… “Hugh!” She called out, turning with her back to the door to watch him as he caught up. She then took a few long strides to close the distance between them, perhaps standing a little closer than necessary. “It seems I can’t get in without your card.” Which she was not happy about. But before he could say anything, Liva plucked the card straight from his lanyard in one all too swift motion. She smirked up at him triumphantly before turning to the door and sliding the card by the scanner. There was a beeping noise and then the clicking of locks sliding out of the way. Liva grinned as she pushed the door open, though her face fell slightly when she saw the interior that, while simple and clean and rich, was nothing compared to her home. “Lovely.” She muttered sarcastically, starting forward into the house while cleverly attempted to slip Hugh’s ID card in thin pocket of her dress, her motions clean and sneaky from years of pulling these stunts back home. “Please tell me our rooms are on opposite sides of the estate.”

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"That's your name if you wish to stay alive," Hugh shot back pointedlt, leaving it entirely up to the princess to decide the obvious. She wasn't that stupid, was she? Of course, he would never let her get hurt, because, it was against his job description. Otherwise... the brat could learn a few lessons on her own. The name Nikki didn't quite fit her appearance on his opinion, but he surely wasn't going to give her the satisfaction of being called princess or being called her birth name that was stained with royalty. Just being in the same car as her, seeing how expensively dresses and pampered she was, well... that frustrated Hugh. It wasn't fair. Why did some people have rich parents who gave them everything they wanted and more, that listened to their every need, tried to keep them safe by spending billions of dollars in safety measures? Why did Hugh get stuck with the parents who ditched him in a box, the ones who couldn't even take care of themselves? The ones who had fiery tempers, and lots of alcohol in their system?

It was surprising they'd even taken him to the fire station at all to be picked up, that theyd even been considerate enough to throw in some old sheets with him. He always wished he was wrong, that maybe his parents were much too poor to give him the life he needed, that they had just wanted him to have a chance at a future. He wished that was the case, and he would have clung to that hope, maybe even would have been a less bitter person now. If he jsut hadn't taken the DNA blood test, if he just hadn't allowed for himself to be tempted, dragged by a coworker to find out his true parents... he was such an idiot. At the CIA base, the very same one they were now returning from, had given him the test, and traced his parents to two drug addicts, drug dealers, alcoholics, bad drivers, and tax violators. He supposedly had a younger brother, and his criminal record was far worse. Hugh had since then been discouraged. That was five years ago.

When Hugh easily tossed the empty gun into her lap, she shrieked as if it were some dead rat to the floor. It made a heavy thud, her body tensed and curled up against her seat. Liva murmured some swear words under her breath in Danish, Hugh's lips twitching in a smirk. It pleased him to observe her reaction the empty gun, showing him how truly oblivious she was and naive. If she couldn't even defend herself, let alone hold an empty unloaded standard hand gun... how was she supposed to survive? Hugh had some work to do, but he knew that Liva wasn't going to want to get her hands dirty. She wasn't going to care for his exercise and training regimen that he did daily, every morning or evening depending on his schedule. "I heard you," Hugh warned in Danish. Since he'd known about the assignment for maybe three weeks, about even a potential assassination in Denmark, he'd brushed up on his languages.

He knew a little bit of Danish, and the language specialist at the agency had learned him some new key phrases that perhaps Liva would use. Granted, he wasn't very good, but it would teach her to be careful what she said around others. Maybe it could save her big mouth from saying something stupid around people, from endangering her life. He could see it now, her standing on top of the car in LA traffic. "I am the princess of Denmark, let us through!" it might have been an exaggeration, but not a bad one. He'd never dealt with her kind before, the rich, famous, popular, and well off. People who didn't have to worry about what they'd eat for dinner, or if they'd eat dinner. They didn't have to worry about trying to look their best on adoption days, just in hopes of seeing a mother and fsther smiling down at them. All of the kids Hugh grew up with had been adopted as the years passed, his dorm room he shared with three others quickly refilling and becoming empty again. Hugh? He was always there. He had never left. His bright blue eyes, his odd stare, his refusal to smile, his lanky figure back then... it was always enough to make the adults pass him too quickly at the adoption time.

While Hugh was rather impressed with the massive house, Liva was not, and she made her opinion vocal. Very vocal. Pouting, Liva complained that it was small. This was small? Hugh's eyes flashed to her, his mood quickly ruined by her disgust in the very house that he thought was absolutely stunning, a mansion fit for, well, a king. He bit down hard, his jaw squared as he braced himself. Don't say anything mean. Don't open your mouth, Hugh. That always ends badly. He inhaled, locking the vehicle and following the ever impatient Liva up the front steps of the house. Was this really that disappointing? It made him doubt himself. The place was bigger than his measly orphanage, much more expensive and well kept than he had ever seen a house. Already, Hugh spotted the security cameras, the sound bugs, the detectors laced across the front of the house and it's lawn. Two in the planter by the front door, one under the doormat, two on the sides of the steps, the mailbox, the flower patch, the lawn. Everywhere.

Liva called out to him in that buttery chirpy voice of hers, obviously to ask him a favor. Why else would she be nice to him? "Pity," Hugh grunted, relieved the agency had listened to him when he suggested only allowing him a copy of the key, and that if there was emergency, he could call them and have the people watching over the house at the base open the computer controlled house hold. Easy. He saw Liva's hand twitch, and he knew exactly what she was getting at before she made a move. Hugh allowed for her to steal his card, just interested in seeing what she could do. Being sneaky may have passed for someone ordinary, but for Hugh, he saw every detail. Every single one. He didn't even flinch, watching her unimpressed and unsurprised as she swiped the key card in the slot. No picking locks here. A deadbolt or three slid out of place, a few gears turned, then the bullet proof airtight door swung open. Hugh ducked his head to follow Liva inside.

Indoors, the marble tiles and the brand new furniture and the smell of wet paint greeted him. He'd never seen anything so new, so beautiful. He was living here for the next few weeks, and the idea of babysitting the silly princess didn't seem so bad after all. Maybe he could survive this. In his room, he had been told there was a computer system on his desk that had the entire house monitored..security camera views, alerts, and best of all, manual controls on the house. Need the downstairs window in the living room shut? He could do that from his room. Fire spreading towards them? Easy, the house launched into safety mode and sealed the house airtight and raised its fire proof walls in the drywall. Esrthquake? House was sturdy with specially patented metal beams and shake proof tiles that wouldn't break and crack eith the motions. He could lock all doors and windows, and that was easy to keep Liva out of trouble. She couldn't go anywhere, and he could easily sit down to a book in the safety of his bedroom.

"My card, Nikki?" Hugh didn't blink, raising an eyebrow with his long arm outstretched. His eyes flickered from her dress pocket pointedly to her eyes, insisting that he give her the card. Now. She wasn't slick, and the attempts would get her absolutely nowhere in this household. Nowhere. Hugh gave the down stairs floor another once over, satisfied with how the layout was. "Actually, princess, I think you'd be pleased to find that your room," he paused, his shoes making sound on the floors as he made his way to the spiraling stair case, "is right across from mine," he faked a pleased smile, unable to find amusement in how disgusted Nikki was with the arrangements. "Well, go unpack," Hugh dismissed.

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The princess could only roll her eyes, her usual response when anyone thought to mention how her life was in danger. Liva wasn't scared. Of course, she had never been scared of anything in her life. Back home, she went out on her own all the time and no one tried to shoot her. Of course, she wasn't aware that there were always guards following her. And if she got into any trouble, daddy could always bail her out. Why should it be any different here? And it wasn't like this threat would last long or the assassins would come for her. They would go for her father, right? Or her Aunt, seeing as she was first in line for the throne. Liva wasn't in any danger...or so she thought.

“You speak Danish?” Liva’s head snapped in his direction in surprise. Her composure slipped for a moment, leaving her completely caught off guard. This was just fantastic! Another thing to make her feel like a prisoner, for now she couldn’t even speak freely. “You used the wrong version of you.” She grumbled, looking away. Okay. Maybe this wasn’t so bad. Hugh might not know that much Danish… Perhaps just enough to converse? That would still be troublesome… Ugh!

Her heart flutter in anticipation. Maybe she could at least keep this ID card without him realizing it, the literal key to her freedom. She just had to make it to her room without him noticing that it was gone, that she still had it. Apparently, that dream was out of reach, too. He saw through her easily, which probably should have been expected, seeing as he was an agent… She turned to face him, crossing her arms and studying him through slitted eyes. What if she were to refuse? Feeling like tempting fate, Liva raised an eyebrow, that challenging sort of gleam coming to her blue eyes. “Pity.” She pouted, using the word he had earlier in an attempt to mock him. She wasn’t going to return the card to him, if only to see if he had the nerve to try to take it from her.

After that ordeal, Liva followed her bodyguard up the spiral staircase and then marched angrily down the expansive hallway, the click of her heels echoing through the silent house. After Hugh turned off into a room, it wasn’t hard to figure out that hers was the one on the other end of the hall. She let out an aggravated sigh, wanting to make sure she made it perfectly clear how annoyed she was with him, before trudging inside and slamming the door behind her. The princess rested her back against the door, closing her eyes and counting to three. And then to ten. And then to twenty. Once the urge to do something violent passed, she opened her eyes and stood up straight, her hands on her hips as she surveyed the large room. It was simple and modern, decorated in black and pink and silver. There were suitcases piled in the corner of the room, but the door to the walk-in closet was open. One step inside revealed that all of her things had already been unpacked and put in their proper places. At least she wouldn’t have to unpack.

She began a tour of the room, opening every drawer and searching every nook. She went to the window and ran a hand along the edges. Airtight. She tried to open it. Locked. And she had a feeling that only Hugh knew how to unlock it. Liva made a face before moving on to another part of the room. So she wouldn’t be able to climb out the window… She was about to go search her closet for that little dress she loved when a small sound caught her attention. Something shifting, moving. Like a camera refocusing. Liva focused on the sound, looking all around the room until she found the little device within the vase of flowers on the dresser. Her face paled slightly and she began to search the rest of the room. There was a camera in the corner of the ceiling. One in the hidden in a false tome on the bookshelf. Two on the ceiling of her closet. More searching revealed a tiny little microphone hidden in a throw pillow on the little couch. The place was thoroughly bugged.

“HUGH!” Liva shrieked from within her room. Someone had placed cameras here?! In the place where she would dress and sleep? She imagined two nameless CIA agents in a little control room, watching her from a large screen. Sure, they were trying to keep her safe and ensure that she didn’t try anything stupid…but that was going a little too far. How creepy was this?! She would rather get shot then have someone watching her at all times. Liva felt violated… and robbed of any chance of escaping. “I want these cameras removed from my room immediately.” She demanded, looking furious. Not that she blamed Hugh or anything… But she blamed Hugh. Didn’t she get any privacy here? Oh, her father would definitely be hearing about this…

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Hugh bristled at Liva's refusal to give him back the key card, the only key card. There was a backup one inside the car, he knew, but he really, really, really needed the exact one hidden in her pocket. Not hidden, placed. She wasn't good at being sneaky, in his opinion, and she was getting on his nerves again. The tension would just build incessantly, and when he couldnt take it anymore, he'd blow his top and it wouldn't be pleasant for either of them. He'd probably end up leaving the scene, running away somewhere where he could be alone to his thoughts and his self hatred. So, Liva wouldn't give him his card, sticking out her bottom lip with her hands on her hips as she repeated the same exact word he'd used earlier to show how much he relaly didn't care for her requests. Hugh flinched, his lips drawn into a tight line.

Well what was he going to do, twist her arm, flip her over, and grope her dress pocket for it? That would look nice on his report, especially if the King found out. Europeans thought Americans were uncivilized, and sometimes they could be. However, Hugh refused to give her the satisfaction of argument. He knew later, something would come up that she would want, like well, you know, food, or the wifi password, and he'd trade it for her then. It wasn't like she could leave or go anywhere, anyway. The doors were sealed. She wasn't trapped, and the thought alone to know that he was in charge in that aspect made him feel plenty better about himself. Not all the money in the world could get her out of here without his say. He didn't answer her, having bristled his way up stairs instead to hide his irritated expression and the tense poise of his arms. "Stupid princess," he snapped under his breath once he was out of earshot on the second floor landing.

Being the typical spoiled brat she was, Liva proved him right when she marched down the hall in those silly heels of hers, and slammed the door with a shattering sound. She hadn't slammed it very hard, compared to Hugh's standards. Hugh kept his doorway open just in case, appreciating the view of the staircase from where he was on his new king sized bed with a pillow top matress and plenty of down feather pillows arranged neatly against the hesdboard. He petted the sheets, the soft silky sheets, oh... this was wodnerful. Absolutely wonderful. Maybe he could tolerate the princess for now. His room was situated as the first in the hallways branching off of the stair case landing, down the hall being Liva's room and an empty study for her to do what she pleased with it. The set up of the house allowed for Hugh to be a sort of blockade, since Liva was trapped on the very edge of the house.

Of course, he had to find all the emergency secret hidden exits activated by his fingerprint swipe, but that could wait until she was asleep. By his request, his belongings having been sent two evenings ago were still unpacked, neatly resting at the edge of his bed. Since he were to be living here for at least a few months, or until the situation blew over, Hugh had simply moved his entire dresser over, which wasn't much to begin with, as well as his special agent techy things. Oh, and guns. Several. Hugh unzipped the long duffel bag on top of the suitcase, lifting a set of hangers with his dress shirts all neatly attached out of the bag. There were 10 of them, most of them in monotone white or navy. He hung these easily in his spacious walk in closet, then returned to hang up his ties, his dress slacks, and a suit jacket. Just in case he had a meeting.

Hugh had just gotten into his drawers, adding his casual work out clothes and pajamas neatly into their respective drawers, when he heard Liva screech his name. Intruder? Already? Had someone been in her room and he had been stupid not to check it first? Hugh darted from his bedroom, a hand on his gun resting in the waistband against his back. He crouched, poised and ready to attack as he swung open her door with a deafening bang, his crystal blue eyes looking around wildly for the offender. Hugh's heart raced as his eyes fell upon Liva, completely unharmed as she stood pouting and whining. What-? When he realized there was no invader after several seconds of hesitation and doubt, Hugh relaxed, his hand falling from his gun as he straightened up. He was now irate, if she couldn't tell, but also very flustered with her habits.

"Don't scream, Nikki, unless there is someone attacking you," he said through grit teeth, ready to make his leave. She was just going to complain about not having enough pillows or something. However, her request was far more serious, asking that the cameras in her room be removed. He wasn't aware that the CIA had put more than what they had told them in her room. He had been informed that there was on on her window, looking outward into the massive ebackyard; there was one above her door watching the hall, and there was one at her bathroom window looking outward as well. He wasn't told there would be sound bugs, nor an unnecessary, creept, and disgusting amount of cameras. Hugh gave Liva a look for a moment, confused as his eyes wandered the room, before he began to see it all. One on her ceiling fan, looking down at her when she slept. One by her dresser. One by her television. Irked and slightly defensive of Liva and her violated privacy, disgusted with the agents back at the office who had just wanted a free show, Hugh made movement to remove the first one he saw by jumping on her bed, reaching for the little bug attached to the base of the ceilingfan. Then he rememebred.

"Give me back my card, and I'll do it for you. It is mine, and you can't leave the house anyway without me unlocking the doors with my fingerprints. Either that, or enjoy being watched while you take a shower," Hugh crossed his arms from his perch on the bed, his tall height even taller as he stared from her from above. He said things pointedly knowing there were several sound bugs in the room being listened to back arms the base. He hoped they were enjoying themselves. He'd have to do a sweep of the house and remove what he thought was unnecessary.

[angelena.]

She screamed. The princess of Denmark actually screamed as her new bodyguard burst through her bedroom door like a hurricane, looking ready to shoot someone. The door swung all the way open, banging against the wall loudly and swung back and forth even after the initial impact, thanks to the force it was opened with. Liva looked just as shocked as Hugh did for a moment as she stared at him, waiting for her heartbeat to go back to a normal, healthy level. “You scared me half to death!” She scorned, the color coming back to her cheeks, the air returning to her lungs. For a moment, the cameras seemed to slip entirely from her mind. Until she thought about whoever was monitoring her room getting their eardrums burst thanks to that scream of hers. At least she was able to get a little vengeance…

At least he didn’t blow off her concerns, as she suspected he would. “Filthy Americans…” She grumbled, crossing her arms. “This is unacceptable.” Liva couldn’t help but hug herself a little tighter, unsettled by the thought that someone was watching her through a screen even now. As much as she flaunted her looks and paraded around like every man under the sun was under her control, Liva was not at all comfortable with this. The only people who had seen her naked were the servants who dressed her and she would like to keep it that way for now, thank you. At least, it seemed, she wouldn’t have to worry about Hugh invading her privacy. She actually felt a sense of relief when it looked like he hadn’t known about this, that he hadn’t been apart of it. And not only that, but he looked upset about it. That was reassuring.

Though it irked her slightly that he was standing on her top of her new bed, Liva chose to ignore it. He was helping her, afterall. And to be honest, she was still a little shaken up after he barged into her room looking like some weird superhero assassin about to kill someone. It served as another reminder of who he was and what he was capable of. Actually, Liva supposed she felt safe knowing he possessed the skills necessary to get the job done…but it was kind of hard to feel that way when he had just scared the socks off her! She watched with crossed arms as he went to disable the camera, her expression saying yeah, you better do that.

“Excuse me?” Liva’s expression was incredulous. Card?! He was asking for his card?! Her face paled when he mentioned being watched in the shower. She hadn’t even thought to look in her bathroom, but she had no doubt they would be in their, too. Stupid, stupid cameras. Stupid, stupid agency. Stupid, Stupid, Hugh Miles. “Fine.” She choked out, fishing his ID card out of the thin pocket of her white dress. She tossed it at him and it landed on the comforter beside his foot. “Take your stupid card.” She mumbled a little bitterly, looking away from him. Her voice was a little quiet, spoken with a little less conviction. What a jerk! If she hadn’t given him that card, he would have just kept the cameras up, completely insensitive to the fact that her privacy would be invaded.

She found a seat on cushy chair by the wall as he went to work on the cameras, crossing her legs and pulling her dress down a bit, wishing she hadn’t chosen an ensemble that showed so much skin. Liva let out a sigh, picking up the book that was laying on the table and flipping through it absentmindedly. It was the tome she had been reading before she had been shipped off; her bookmark was still wedged between the pages. “You know, you might want to check your room, too.” She said innocently, though she was dying to get back at him for that last stunt he pulled. She glanced at him over the book, raising an eyebrow. “In fact, I bet your room has even more cameras then mine.” Liva smirked, setting the book back down on the table, knowing she wouldn’t have the attention span necessary to focus on it right now. “After all, your suspect number one. You’re in the perfect position to kill me…” Liva may not have been a secret agent. She may not have been tough or strong or…have a nice personality. But she was clever. Her mind could be a weapon of it’s own, if she would ever listen to it. And there was no doubt in her mind that Hugh was being carefully monitored as well, and that no one would hesitate to shoot him if they got suspicious of his intentions. “Unless, of course, you like the thought of people watching you in the shower.” She fired back at him, her smirk growing.

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She screamed again when he had burst in the room, which came off as even more confusing. What was going on? Why was she screaming so much? Hugh had actually winced, visibly uncomfortable with the situation. She ahd to learn to stop being so... girly. It was entirely unnecessary! They both sort of stared at each other, her eyes wide because she was petrified, his eyes wide because he didn't understand what was going on even with that big brain of his. By the time he had settled down and fully understood what he was doing, Liva had regained her bearings, accusing him of scaring her. He could say the same for her! Hugh simply scowled grumpily in response, waiting for Liva to state her problem that had brought him here in the first place. Did she need a Frappuccino from Starbucks? Was her nail polish chipped? Had she not packed her curling iron?

"Hey." Hugh warned, catching her speak of Americans in a condescending manner. He was never that patriotic of a perosn, but he didn't feel like it was the princesses position to judge every American just for the actions of a few particularly dishonorable ones. "Mm," Hugh grunted, absorbing the atmosphere of the rather girly bedroom with too much pink. He didn't necessarily agree with this either. Spying on the princess of Denmark? They had ought to be ashamed of themselves, it was disgusting what pigs they were, bugging the bedroom premises to spy on a girl. It made him feel sick, even if it was Liva, someone he did not particularly care for the interests of. He didn't like her, and maybe she deserved to be payed back for all the stress she'd caused him just in under an hour, but nothing, by any means, as bad as this.

Who had done it? Those two morons in the parking garage? His boss? The tech geeks? The jealous upper level agents who hadn't been picked? Hugh was glad he had been selected to bodygaurd the princess, accepting the fact that he was entrusted with someone's daughter, the future queen of Denmark. He knew he could get the job done properly, and in turn, there would be no problems with the agency having to track her down had her bodyguard not done a good job. Liva was a handful already, with her attempts to charm him and her sneaky ways. Her accent was heavy, and he could understand her fairly well, but it was a pain to have to deal with her sharp tongue. If they were going to get aling, she would have to learn to respect his personality as what it was, and he was going to have to grind his teeth and bear her high pitched voice whining about every little thing. He was just waiting for her to scrape her knee and demand that he call an ambulance.

Liva demanded clarification to his request after it left his lips, hanging in the air over her pretty little head. She was pale now, complete and utter shock on her features. Did she not understand? He wanted his card back. Simple. Easy. Perhaps she needed it said in her native tongue? Hugh shrugged, leaving it up to her to make the right decision. He dropped his arm from reaching up to the ceiling fan, stalling as she hesitsted. Oh, well, he might as well leave then if she didn't want him to take out her cameras. Hugh's lips twitched in a slight smile, one that was faint and brief as she threw his key card at his feet with a roll of her eyes, a toss of her head. "Right choice," Hugh said drily, squatting on the edge of her bed to pick up the precious card. He tucked this into his pocket, letting it reside on the underside of his cell phone.

Now, he actually had to fulfill his promise, painstakingly searching and weeding out those pesky listening devices or recording cameras. It was easy to miss them, especailly since all of these were the high tech, very, very expensive ones that they made so few of. Hugh straightened back up, his long legs and arms making it entirely possible for him to peel off the first small camera pod the size of his thumbnail off the fan. They had made it try to fit in by painting a brass finish onto it, save for the circle in the middle for the camera lens. Fail. It was like they weren't even trying. Hugh tossed it carelessly to the ground, his hand groping rhe top of the ceiling fan for any tell tale signs of a listening device. Nope. He brushed his large dusty palms off on his slacks, pushing up his sleeves and loosening his tie to get to work.

He stepped down from the bed easily in his socked feet, glancing around before deciding on fussing with her vanity and her wide dresser drawers. As he poked around in the vase of freshly cut flowers that must have been placed yesterday, he lifted the dripping bouquet and a recording camera fell to the bottom of the vase. Wonderful. He went about in this manner, professionally checking areas where one would never suspect a bug, like in her windowsill up high or sandwiched in her heating vents. It was a tedious task, the little cameras he found falling to the floor in a growing pile. He weeded out listening bugs, one under her bed attached with tape to her bed frame. Were they really that interested in what she was saying? He felt self consious as he did this with Liva's eyes boring into the back of his skull, watching him. Waiting.

Her voice floated into the closet as he started in there, patting down walls to check for hollow knocks where a secret escape could have been placed while he was at it. He wanted to be in here as little as possible. "Sure," Hugh said uninterested, pushing aside her endless racks of clothes to check behind them on the walls just in case. In the girly, overly feminine bedroom, Hugh looked definitely out of place, stranding out like a sore thumb with his lanky lean figure and his dark attire. "Oh yeah?" Hugh murmured, not really listening to what she had to say as he weeded out something attached to the large elegant floor to ceiling mirrors framed border. Triumphant and satisfied, he closed the closet behind him, the little electronic device in his palm. He tossed this to join the others on the floor, his hands on his hips as he determined what to do next.

Liva continued to talk about cameras in his room, as if she were hinting sonething. It was weird, and he didn't really like this. He was suspect number one, and he was in the absolute best spot to kill her, sell her to enemies, abuse her. He was free to do whatever he wanted, and his own computer could override the CIA'S services. They had designed it to be attack proof, therefore he could easily baracadde himself and the girl inside as a hostage. He could do whatever he pleased, really. But he wouldnt. He wasn't even thinking about it, not until Liva pointed it out. "Your point?" He huffed impatiently, staring down at her from where he stood beside her chair. "Of course I'll check my bath room too...? Liva, what is it?" Hugh demanded a little harsher than he intended, frustrated that he couldnt understand what she was getting at. His dark eyebrows furrowed over his bright eyes, his arms crossed across his chest.

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Liva didn’t think she had ever hated someone so quickly. Everything about this man irritated her. The way he talked, the way he spoke to her, the way his eyes brightened when he got angry… She hated it all. But she studied him as she moved about her room, watching him closely in order to get some sort of read on him. Nothing. Of course, Liva didn’t think he looked like any sort of killer. She wasn’t at all afraid of him, but she just wished he would learn to fear her and what she was capable of. Liva needed to find some sort of power over him, or else this place and her time here was going to be living hell.

“What are you - ?” She began to ask, bristling as she saw him going to her closet. He was just getting the cameras removed, she knew, and she had to let him work. Even if she hated the idea of him in there with her clothes and…more delicate items. Her undergarments were in the built in drawers on one side of the closet and she just prayed he didn’t open them, because her love of pretty and girly things didn’t stop at paint colors and dresses. God, how embarrassing… What was taking him so long?! Liva distracted herself by fiddling with her long necklaces, twisting one around until it looked like only one strand of silver and beads. She released it with a sigh. How boring this all was! What was she supposed to do for the next few months while she was stuck here? Sit in her room and flick marbles at the wall until it all blew over? Liva felt even more restless now than she had during the car ride here. She wanted to go somewhere, wanted to actually see LA. Wasn’t it just a little ironic that someone should not get to live because they are afraid of dying?

A sort of calming cold coursed through her veins when Hugh seemed unsettled by her comments. She sat a little straighter in her chair, as if it was a throne and she was the one looking down at him. She wore the look of someone who knew they were in control. All it would take was a few little words. Liva could tell him all about the men that were watching the house. She could tell him that if she acted scared of him, if she said he was trying to kill her, that he could go to jail…or worse. The power could switch to her. She could hang that over his head for the rest of her stay here. He couldn’t stop her from doing as she pleased, not if there was a threat of him loosing his head…

Liva looked up at him, feeling like she was being interrogated. From this close, she realized how entrancing his eyes were. She blinked at the thought, caught off guard by it. “I…” Her eyes flitted to the window just briefly. She wondered if he had noticed the black SUV parked several houses down, if he knew that the house was being watched not to make sure she didn’t step out of line or anyone tried to attack it, but to ensure that Hugh was no threat. The slightest suspicious activity and they wouldn’t hesitate to shoot him, Liva was sure of it. She meant to throw that fact in her bodyguard’s face, to mock him and remind him that even if he held a key, he was still just as caged as she was. But something in her softened just a bit and the only words that left her lips were, “Nothing. Just thought you might appreciate knowing.” For good measure, Liva rolled her eyes, breaking eye contact with him.

While she had every intention of making mean remarks and insisting that she didn’t trust him, she found that some of her anger had ebbed away. For some reason, she suddenly found no humor in making this man squirm, in challenging his honor and showing that she had all the power here, that all she had to do was scream into one of those little mics and he would be hauled off for questioning. Maybe her frustrations had vanished when she caught his gaze? Or maybe she was just tired after her travels… Yeah, she was going to pretend it was that second one. Some of the her spirit faded as she looked at the pile of tiny cameras on the floor, but she tried to make it look like nothing was wrong. “Thank you, Mr. Miles. Perhaps you aren’t entirely useless.” But the insult held a little less conviction. Liva rose to her feet, not liking the way it felt when he was towering over her like she was a child getting scorned for doing something bad. “I’d appreciate it if you took these infernal contraptions with you on your way out.” Translation: do it. Liva began to walk away from him, stepping delicately over the pile of cameras and microphones, though she wanted to slam her heels down over them. The shower was demanding her attention, she thought, and nothing sounded better right now then hot water to wash away her thoughts.

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LIVA HAHAHAHAHAHA

[angelena.]

xD

[E M M A]

Hugh did examine every corner of the room, and the closet was no exception. After leafing through the clothes on the racks, he had poked through drawer after drawer, digging around amidst folded shirts and socks and fifty different pairs of Leggings to make sure nothing was hidden inside. No weapons, no secret stashes, everything had been packed away neatly. Her undergarment drawer had quickly sickened him, just the sight of lacy things and bras and who knew what else those were made his fsce burn bright red, the drawer having been slammed shut immediately. Hugh briefly closed his eyes to take a deep breath, feeling like he had violated Liva in some terrible, awful, unforgivable way, before he moved on. Growing up in an all boys school, then living your life at an apartment all by your lonesome and working amongst mostly other men, made Hugh very innocent and protected against the female race.

He didn't quite know how to handle them, he didn't know all that much about them at all. Of course, he wasn't stupid, he knew that girls had boobs and periods and mood swings and were more sensitive, but he'd never experienced it first hand. So far, he hated how bad he was at talking to Liva, of getting her to cooperate. What else was he going to have to deal with? He hadn't witnessed her mood swings yet, because as of now, Liva was still grouchy like she had been when he first met her. She hadn't smiled at him, she hadn't been too excited that someone was going to put his life in front of hers, and that, under contract and honor, he would sacrifice his own life to protect her own. It made Hugh feel crappy, like he wasn't good enough for anyone. It was why he didn't bother with girls, or with anyone to begin with. It was just a waste of time in his opinion, and relationships always ended. Girls were crazy, and there was no intention anywhere ein his mind to experiment with males.

When he had begun to question her in that urgent manner, his eyes flashing, her own locked into his and seemed to be lost in thought. Her eyes were more of an ice blue color, where his irises were leaning towards a green and light blue combination. Since he was wearing white, his eyes had lightened. Hugh stared at Liva and Liva stared at Hugh, until she broke her gaze to the window in thought. Something had shifted in those irises, and she seemed to change her mind about what she was going to ssy. What was she planning now? A ploy to get him to give her the key card back? Something to distract his attention from her so she could do something sneaky? Although Hugh was never a sensitive person, it was offensive to him to think that Liva would be that way to him. She wasn't too terrible of a girl, although he wasn't a fan of how rude she had been to him already with more to come. The cockiness and mischievous glint in Liva's eyes had disappeared, replaced with defeat.

Whatever that was about. She had quieted down, relaxing into her comfortably cushioned plush chair as the words left her lips. Her explanation was lame, the lamest thing he'd ever heard. Coming from Liva, that response wasnt her best, her wittiest as she'd been trying to show him with her clever insults and hidden jabs at how much she disliked him. He'd appreciate knowing? Did she think he was new? Or that he was an idiot who didn't know how to do anything? Hugh gave the blonde girl a muddled look, hesitant to actually leave the conversation at that. Surely there was something else to be said, right? Something she was hiding from him or just not wanting to say aloud? Maybe it was because of the cameras and recording devices scattered about. He could just dispose of those, maybe try again tonight. But what would he ask? He decided he wouldn't bring it up, although exercise special caution when he filtered out his room that evening.

Her tone was once again sarcastic and annoyed, and surpringly, Hugh relaxed. Whenever Liva wasn't behaving like she normally did, with a sour, bitter taste in her mouth, Hugh would grow extremely anxious and self consious of what could be going through her mind, what she knew or saw that he didnt. She thanked him, although he doubted she was being very sincere and then made a note that he wasn't as useless as she had presumed. Useless. Hugh resisted the urge to roll his eyes at her haughty behavior, instead, straightening out his clothing. The plush rug under his socked feet sunk in with every step he took, his knee absorbed in the fluffy material that took up half the floor space in Liva's room. "Of course," Hugh mumbled, already picking up what was on the rug and examining them with his fingers and squinting eyes.

Liva disappeared to the bathroom, running the tub water already as a signal for him to get out. Without being told, Hugh had already begun to gather the 'infernal contraptions' from the floor, doing last minute checks with all 12 of her spy bugs residing in his pocket. He hoped sincerely that he had gotten to all the bathroom ones. "Liva? I'll be down the hall if something happens," Hugh called over his shoulder as he stepped out of the girly bedroom, into the spacious hallways. Instead of returning to his room, he took the cameras downstairs, glancing up the staircase to make sure Liva wasn't following. In the garage, he managed to find a handy dandy hammer, neatly organized into the toolbox that was also neatly placed on top of a work space counter built into the garage. Slipping on a pair of goggles that he'd found as well, Hugh emptied the contents of his pockets, the round objects lolling around on the workspace desk.

He took the hammer to the front and back and sides of the stupid devices, largely irritated at the purpose they were meant to have served. It left him in paranoia, wondering if breaking these items and removing them would be seen ands suspicious behavior and be reported to his boss which would then be used to arrest and suspend him, just so he could be the skapegoat of the spying crime. The smashed particles and pieces were emptied into a dustpan, discarded in the blue empty trash bin he'd have to roll out for trash days. The two car garage was spacious indeed, with more room than they'd ever need for the SUV and perhaps a mini training gym for himself. It wouldn't be so bad to be able to work out and keep hismelf in tip top shape from home, would it?

Back inside, Hugh began to unpack. The water that coursed through the pipes of the house was still running, presumably for Liva's bath or shower. It didn't take long for Hugh to unpack his things, the empty suitcases and duffel discarded under the bed. Assorted parts to a very large gun and his AK-47 were kept under his bed as well, accompanied by plenty of ammunition and rounds. In a large safe box he had also requested, hidden in his bedside table cabinet, Hugh locked away his most prized belongings. An extra gun, several passports for himself, a thick stack of emergency cash, keys, and his medicine. A standard bottle of pills served for anxiety help, for when the attacks came sudden and uncontrollably. He rarely needed them. Well, he rarely agreed to use them, insisting that he didn't need pills to help him run his life.

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I really need to find a killer secret backstory for him. Like maybe the dna test wss wrong, the cia rigged it to lead to those drug addict parents thst hapoened to give up a baby for adoption the same yesr he was borm but it wasnt him, and maybe his psrents are still alive or soemthing like that?? Idek i need a sad sad story for him, sonething thst will give him extremely bad anxirty or really upset him you feel

[angelena.]

OMG POOR HUGH xD
Um... Ooh, what if his parents have something to do with the group that's after Liva and her family? Like his mom or dad is in charge of the organization of terrorist/assassins/criminals/whateverthehecktheyares?

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Hahhaa xD i kniw!! Maybe yeah!! Hmmm im thinking the dna test could be wrong, and his father is really the leader of like terrorist organizations all in one called "_______" and he had something to do in partnership with denmark and since his fsther is crazy and has stalked hugh alk these years, he knows exactly where to find him and uses it to his advantage??

And then his mother has been a prisoner of his dad for years and years, and when his dad lures him eith Liva to his base for a fair trade of infornation for his mom, theyre tricked and then hugh and liva are caotured and he hates himself for being so bold and then he meets his mom and they try and all 3 try to escape and his mother is killed and hughs all dramatix and screaming but liva pulls him away and saves him from like an explosion and they run away and bacj home hes really upset and depressed and then the cia come and arrest uim and take him away for violating so many rukles but by this time liva loves him alot and gets really upset and realizes that she needs him and stuff and omg

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Woah... YES. YES TO ALL THE THINGS!
Omg, that's going to be sooo sad! Hugh just...he just has the worst luck... Aww! And I kind of want her brother to be involved with the group, but be kind of a redeemable villain, seeing as he's all bitter cause Liva gets the crown and he doesn't...
Oh, and I have an idea for what could happen next in the RP, though. Maybe Liva can figure out a way to get out of the house and sneak off to some club or something. Hugh can have to track her down and maybe when he gets there he realizes someone spiked her drink and he can stop someone from taking her. They need, like, a terrible experience to bond over to get to know each other better, I think.

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YAYYY!!! HAHAH GLAD YOU LIKEY. that can be later maybe after a few incidents of liva and hugh clashing and stuff

Okay! This works perfect because theyre in LA and thats so abundant and yesss. Maybe he doesnt realize shes gone until he hesrs the garage open and she takes the SUV, she somehow learned the password for getting out of the house and then he comes running outside after the car and shes off and he gets so so so mad bc hes in his pajamas xD well, sweats i guess. Itd be funny xD

So he gets his techy laptop and traces her, because the cia put a little bug in her system to keep track at all times just in case, and so hugh has to take a few buses and maybe even hotwire a rich neighbors kick butt car and he swoops in to save her. Omg. So bad. Or maybe she gets really super drunk in stead of poisoned, so then she will be consious and can say funny drunk things, yet still be lured away from the club ya feel?

And hes fuming when they get home, he cleans out her injuries maybe a cut and shes goofing around because shes so drunk abd keeps petting his face and he just yells at her and she bursts out crying and then he puts her to bed

NEXT DAY HE HAS TO DEAL WITH HER HANGOVER and hes more sensitive, he understands now that she is seriously in danger alot and stuff and anyway

[angelena.]

Omg that will be hilarious! Aww, Hugh has to learn how to deal with drunk girls. xD
Replying now!

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Girls even in general xD make him as uncomfortable and annoyed asyou can itll be greeeat!

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Later she needs to ask about his parenrs or his family!! Liek at dinner when she makes him cook and he sees her homesick so he cooks for her anyway and in the kitchen she asks him a ton ton ton of questions! And then he burns himself and or drops the pan on the floor and hes all pissed because the food is ruined and he is upset and burned and lesves to the backyard to chill out and she follows and is like ♡ aw

[angelena.]

Yes! Aww! They're going to be so adorable...you know, eventually. xD So, should that happen before she tries to sneak out or the day after?

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She was going to regret that decision, wasn’t she? She should have just threatened him like she planned and then she could be out the door, off to wherever the city led her… but she couldn’t. He had just looked so…so flustered all of a sudden, and she couldn’t find enough coldness in her heart to say those harsh things. Stupid, stupid man… It wasn’t like Liva ever flopped up around guys - or anyone, really. She had spent her whole life learning how to push people, how to tie strings around their limbs and make them dance the way she needed them to. Guys, especially. It wasn’t like Liva was innocent when it came to the opposite sex, even if she had never been one to sleep around…or sleep with anyone, for that matter. There was another thing where Liva was just a lot of talk… With all the power that she had, it was hard for people to make her uncomfortable, though. She could talk about anything…and sometimes, she really needed to learn to stop talking.

Was she babbling in her own thoughts?

Liva closed the door to the bathroom, not waiting around to find out whether or not he had left. She immediately began to strip off her clothing and toss it in the little hamper by the shower, wondering briefly if she was expected to do her own laundry now. Fan-flipping-tastic. Another great thing about her new living arrangements to add to the ever-growing list. Liva finished undressing, grumbling incoherently to herself, and then slid inside the shower. After closing the door, she turned the water up so it was scolding at first, leaving her skin red. She adjusted to it quickly and then let her thoughts take over. She felt little less on edge now, as she trusted Hugh had taken care of all of the cameras. Liva even began to sing absentmindedly, the Danish words slipping off her tongue in a not-so-melodic way. She wasn’t the worst singer in the world, but she definitely wasn’t the best either. But who cared? She was pretty and she was rich. She could sing like one of the worst American Idol contestants and no one would judge her for it.

She ended up washing her hair, like, three times. But Liva had always been one to take long showers. She liked the way the scorching hot water seeped into her skin and seemed to cleanse even her bones. And right now, she really liked that they had brought her hair care products here. With the familiar scent of her vanilla shampoo filling her lungs, Liva finally turned the water off and stepped out of the shower, dripping water onto the bathroom rug as she reached for a clean white towel. She shuddered involuntarily, quickly wiping away the water that still clung to her skin so that she could wrap the towel around her for warmth. She used another towel to wrap her blonde hair up in. On her way out, Liva passed the now completely fogged up mirror. Yeah, she had definitely been in there for awhile.

Having every intention of finding something cute but comfortable to put on, Liva first started towards her large closet. Of course, she wasn’t going to dress up too nice just to stay at her new home with her bodyguard all day… But god, she wasn’t a slob! There was, like, a mandatory dress code for being around other humans that did not involve sweat pants. Gross. She first went to the drawer that housed her undergarments…and she saw that the contents looked a little different than they had when she had looked around earlier. The stacks of neatly piled silk and lace were now messed up, as if someone had looked through them or shook the drawer that held them. Liva stared in horror, her face heating up to the temperature of a raging fire. The mortification, of course, soon turned to anger.

Liva fumed, leaving her closet and her bedroom, marching straight across the hall still clad in her two towels. “Hugh!” She yelled his name through gritted teeth as she banged on the door of his bedroom. “Hugh!” She called louder, continuing her obnoxious knocking until he answered. And as soon as he did, she ushered a quick slap across his cheek, satisfied by the sound it made. “You went through my - my drawers!” She accused, too embarrassed to say what drawer in particular she was referring to, but she thought it would be pretty obvious by her reaction.

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Before! It could be tonight :3

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How late will you be up??

[angelena.]

I'm not really tired yet, so maybe another hour or two?

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Yessss okay typing now ill shorten it

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With a new lock combination secured and his room impeccably neat, Hugh was satisfied with his work. Now, he began to look for cameras, finding that there had only been one, and that was in the corner of the ceiling to provide an aerial view of his room. You know, just to make sure he wasn't doing any risky business in his own room. He figured what the Cia vould have suspected, but in all honesty, he was irked that they didn't trust him to know what he was doing. Their primary concern was Liva, and they didn't want their darling princess to be harmed in any way, nor upset or violated. Besides, if anything were to happen to Liva, Hugh could start a war with Denmark. Although they were allies, terrorism and uncertainty divided the nation. Some had disagreed with the kings decision to split up the royal family in corners of the world, thinking that it was better that they stand together and unite as a country, others supported him because they agreed that the royal family should be protected, that it was alright to trust other countries.

Initially, it had been the kings idea to have several guards with Liva and his son, for maximum security at a top notch security base in the middle of nowhere. It had been her brother that had argued, fussed and complained, saying that such a big entourage and a top secret facility would be extremely boring and painful. Besides, if they could blend in with the people, it would work just fine! Americans didn't know the royal families too well, not most of them anyway. Some didn't even know where Canada was! There was no way they could recognize two measly white kids with an accent. It was too easy to blend in, to be whoever they wanted to be and live lives they hadn't been able to before. More freedom.

He fell back onto the oversized bed, spreading his long limbs over the edges of the mattress with a content sigh. He could really use a nap at the moment. After yesterday's long day and the stress of taking on a giant national responsibility (it didn't matter that s dozen other CIA agents were watching out as well, Hugh was the one who actually had to deal with the Royal pain herself), Hugh was emotionally and physically drained. Sleep, he knew, wouldn't come until late in the evening, perhaps early in the morning. It wasn't even noon yet. What would they do all day? What was there to do? Weren't they supposed to stay inside unless they needed something? For the first few days, the government would escort the two secretly to wherever they needed to be, just to make sure that they were truly safe. Meaning, Hugh wanted to go out as little as possible. He figured to let the few days pass, until the dark suburban at the end of the street disappeared for good.

He had just been about to close his eyes while Liva showered, until he heard her door swing open down the hallway, her footsteps coming fast. And angry? She screeched his name with urgency, but he knew it wasn't soemthing she needed or an invader. She was ticked, and it sounded like she were about to blow up. Worried, his face creased and wrinkled, his legs swinging over the side of the bed to the floor. Her knocking consisted over her fist pounding obnoxiously, rattling the door to the point where his ears began to feel sore. "I'm coming, Liva!" He snapped, bristling at her imaptience. He turned the door handle and pulled, opening the door wide enough to absorb a towel clad Liva, before his face began to sting and his vision was thrown to the right.

Liva had slapped him. Hugh's hand flew to his cheek, which was bright red with an imprint of her hand. He'd never been slapped before, especailly by a girl. Was this going to be a regular thing? Shocked and angry at the sudden violence, Hugh nursed his hurt face with stone cold eyes that narrowed at her. "What's your problem today?" Hugh growled, his tone rude and insensitive. She yelled at him for drawers, for going through them. There was embarassment in the way she spoke, her words rushed and stumbled over. Her drawers! And he was being slapped for it? "You wanted me to get rid of the security bugs so you could have your privacy! I had to check evrrywhere, and you didn't say anything about me going in your-" Hugh built up in tension, fighting Liva back with just as much accusation. Then he stopped. To see Liva pink, he began to realize that she was just mad about him going through her shirts and pants, but... her underthings. Hugh fell silent, drawing a deep awkward breath.

And then he noticed something else. As his eyes wandered to his feet in embarassment, they also wandered accidentally across Liva's loosely towel clad body. With a start, his eyes widened, his feet instinctively taking a step back. "And your clothes , Liva! You can't just walk around with a towel! You're not at home!" He howled, turning his head and squeezing his innocent eyes shut. There was so much no in five minutes, and he wasn't even sure if he wanted to find out how tomorrow would be. Freaked out and worried that he'd be in trouble for seeing Liva Ina towel, he released a frustrated growl, fussing over where to look. He settled on the bridge of her nose. "I'm sorry for going through your... your uh drawers. I just made sure there was nothing hidden underneath the whole pile, I was seriously grossed out if that helps you feel better. I'm your bodyguard for Christ's sake. I'm not one of those... perverted old guys," Hugh cringed, his voice strangled in the back of his throat. His face was bright pink, his usual scowl replaced by a timid and unhappy expression.

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Liva couldn’t believe what she was hearing. He wanted to know what her problem was?! He was the creep who was going through her underwear! Unfortunately though, not even the sight of his reddened cheek could save her from the embarrassment she was feeling. “Didn’t say anything?!” She practically shrieked. “I’m sorry if I assumed you would know that was off limits.” Did he seriously not get that you couldn’t just go snooping around a lady’s private things? And the thought that he was only doing it to look for hidden cameras wasn’t exactly comforting. He still saw all the silky, lacey things that no one was supposed to see. Seeing her undergarments was basically the equivalent of seeing her in them, Liva thought. Well, that was it. Victoria’s secret was out. And instead of letting her embarrassment overwhelm her, she was going to focus on being pissed.

Unfortunately, when he mentioned her towel, the embarrassment took control again. And she slapped him. Again. Her cheeks grew redder and the flames were reflected in her eyes. She had kind of forgotten about the towel thing… If she was back home, she wouldn’t have cared at all. No one spied on her in the castle and everyone knew not to be, you know, creepy. “What are you? Twelve?” She retorted, visibly flustered. It wasn’t her fault he couldn’t handle the sight of someone in a towel! And - and she was covered! But she was still so, so mortified. Liva hugged the towel tighter to her, feeling very exposed suddenly even though everything was in fact covered up. She clutched it so hard her knuckles turned white. If it fell she would die.

Another little gasp of surprise and mortification escaped her when he said he was grossed out by the things he saw in her drawer. Ugh! He was such a - such a guy! “You’re sounding like a pervert to me.” She snapped, smirking up at him. So what if he was her bodyguard?! He was still a man and didn’t they all just want one thing? Did he think he was some sort of freaking saint? Liva was beginning to cool down, though. His pink skin seemed genuine; he really was embarrassed about the ordeal. Maybe he hadn’t done it one purpose, maybe he wasn’t a total freak who liked ladies’ underwear… But she still didn’t like this one bit. “Just stay out of my things, Miles.” She managed to get out, though the usually oh-so-eloquent princess was at a loss for words.

She turned her nose up at him, turning around and marching back to her room with what little dignity she still had. Liva was well aware that she had just made this whole situation even worse. She just had to march over there in a towel, didn’t she? Couldn’t she have calmed down for just long enough to make herself decent…? Well, at least Hugh got a sore cheek out of the deal. That lessened the blow to her pride just a little as she closed her door behind her and went to her closet, feeling a little dizzy with embarrassment. She took deep, calming breaths for a moment, leaning against the mirrors in her closet and still holding her death-grip on her towel. After she managed to get a hold of herself and stopped feeling so…exposed, Liva shrugged away the towel and started to get dress, not letting herself think at all. She put on some of the least…girly undergarments she could find. And then came her loose and silky pink shirt with the peter pan collar and some black leggings. She put flats on, seeing as she wasn’t going anywhere where she wanted to look tall and sexy… And plus, she kind of wanted to look modest right now, seeing as Hugh had already seen more than enough of her.

As Liva combed her hair and applied her make-up in front of the vanity, she began to wonder about her bodyguard. Hugh had seemed….really embarrassed, she realized. And once her own embarrassment had faded enough that she could think back to the incident without wanting to scream into a pillow, she began to think about why that was. An experienced man wouldn’t have blushed that way, now would he? Maybe he was just bashful, though, or scared of setting her off. He could have a girlfriend or be married for all she knew! With a sigh, Liva finished off her eye makeup and left her vanity, heading outside her room before thinking better of it. Nope. Nope. Nope. She was absolutely not ready to face him after that awkward moment… Instead, Liva curled up on her bed with that book of hers, doing the best she could to focus on the words on the page. And she would not be leaving that room until she absolutely had to.

[angelena.]

Lol, kind of. I'll probably be getting to bed soon. xP
Hm... I'm not sure. Something to balance out the awkward...

[angelena.]

Okay, I probably won't be on much today either. It's my mom's birthday. ^.^
Um... Maybe they can find a little entertainment room or something and Liva is all bored so she can beg him to play a game with her? Or she can be watching a reality show downstairs and they can argue over tv shows? Or...
Eh, I don't really know. I guess you can decide. ;)

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Yes they could play foosball and he gets super competitive and fun xD or she beats him at ping pong xD

Happy bday tobyour mom!

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PING PONG YESH!!!!
Lol, she said thanks. xD

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Ok ill reply later today im super tired