Raised From The Wild-Chapter 361: The New Bodyguard

The hotel lobby was hushed as Princess Amaya, accompanied by her brother and the Lireya delegation, returned late at night. They had enjoyed a lavish dinner at a renowned restaurant before proceeding to a lively and extravagant party.

As the evening came to an end, a sense of bittersweet farewell lingered in the air for certain athletes, knowing that they would soon be departing Uropa to return to their home country, Lireya. Donello, along with the Dean of Sports and the rest of the coaching staff, would also be bidding goodbye to Uropa in the coming day.

Princess Amaya, however, was invited to attend the engagement party of Charles Gray and Adelle Black. The crown prince of Albanya was also invited, along with other important personalities who participated in the Battle of the Titans.

Who was Adelle Black? She was, after all, the only daughter of Uropa’s second in command, and her father doted on her.

Vasquez opened the door of the opulent presidential suite for her and Donello. When she entered the living room, she was surprised to find a man standing beside one of the other guards. They seemed to be in deep discussion.

Ador was visibly flustered as he exclaimed, "Princess, you are back." He appeared agitated, his usual composure replaced by an air of anxiety. As one of Princess Amaya’s guards who had been steadfastly by her side during her initial months in Lireya, she knew something was wrong with him.

Princess Amaya inclined her head in acknowledgment as she carefully studied the man standing alongside him, his posture impeccable. His build bore a striking resemblance to Marx’s, even his height mirroring that of Marx and Vasquez. He possessed the characteristic fair skin of a Usturian and the auburn hair that reached up to his shoulder. But his eyes were a mesmerizing dark shade reminiscent of obsidian.

"Princess, my mother is seriously sick and she’s asked for me to return," Ador’s voice croaked. He struggled to maintain his composure, but his emotions were clearly overwhelming him.

Amaya was overcome with a sudden wave of sorrow that enveloped her heart. She felt a deep sense of empathy for him, knowing just how challenging the situation must be for him.

Ador introduced the new guard, Leon, to her. "This is Leon," Ador explained. "He is a mix of Usturian and Lireyan descent. During the rest of your time in Usturia, he will be taking over my role as your guard."

"Leon is among the elite guards that King Duncan has been nurturing since he was young. They were just based in Usturia. I have checked his background, and it is impeccable." Vasquez joined their conversation.

Leon bowed slightly to the princess. "It is my great honor to be of service to you, Princess."

"Hmm," Princess Amaya hummed. She scanned Leon from head to toe one more time, and she felt a comforting presence.

"It was Nice meeting you, Leon. My safety is in your hands," Princess Amaya said, smiling.

The man’s eyes filled with admiration as he caught a glimpse of the princess smiling at him. In that brief moment, a fleeting expression of longing flickered across his deep, dark eyes, but it vanished without a trace, hidden from the notice of anyone.

After a few more conversations with Ador, Vasquez, and Leon, Princess Amaya decided to call it a night and headed to her bedroom to get some rest. However, before she settled down for the night, she made sure to send a message to Ren, asking him to investigate Leon’s background.

As she stepped out of the warm shower, the scent of lavender filled the bathroom. She reached for her plush, white pajamas and slipped them on, then she heard a familiar notification sound from her cell phone. It was a message from Ren.

"Leon Guererro, similar to the other guards serving you, comes from a long line of knights. His family has a proud history of knighthood, as his grandfather served your own grandfather. Unfortunately, Leon’s father passed away when he was young, so his grandfather took on the responsibility of raising him. He made the decision to send Leon to Usturia to enroll in a prestigious military school, where the royal guard of Lireya selects its recruits."

Princess Amaya’s heart sank with disappointment. She couldn’t quite put her finger on what she had been hoping for, but an overwhelming sense of unhappiness engulfed her.

That night, Princess Amaya dreamt about Marx. She dreamt about the first time she met him at the river in Miraga when her tiger Khalil almost attacked him and how she nursed him back to health. The scene shifted to the time when Marx became conscious, and they learned each other’s names.

’I am from Usturia,’ Marx introduced himself.

’You have blue eyes! They are like the color of the ocean.’

That was what she blurted out in her dream as if she discovered something precious. She moved closer to the man still lying on the bamboo bed. But when she peeped into his pair of orbs, they became the color of obsidian.

Princess Amaya’s furrowed brows betrayed her inner turmoil as her dream unfolded into a chaotic frenzy. In her mind’s eye, vivid images of her and Marx battling vicious snakes and narrowly escaping erupting volcanoes flashed before her. The dream then shifted to a harrowing scene, with Amaya plummeting from a cliff, accompanied by the thundering rush of gushing water.

She heard a sudden shout of "Aya" cutting through the chaos, and then she felt a rope tighten around her waist, halting her rapid descent. As she came to a stop, she found herself locking eyes with a mysterious man.

Luciano.

He kissed her on the lips, and she clung to him, and his face morphed into that of Marx. As he began to slip, she desperately clung to him, pleading for him to hold on, but despite her pleas, he was unable to maintain his grip.

Princess Amaya’s piercing scream echoed through the air as she witnessed Marx plummet into the dark, churning waters below. 𝙧𝙚𝙚𝔀𝒆𝓫𝓷𝙤𝓿𝒆𝙡.𝒄𝙤𝓶

"Princess... Princess... are you alright?"

Princess Amaya was abruptly awakened by someone shaking her. As she opened her eyes, she saw the concerned expression in the eyes of her female guard, Layla. Her gaze briefly lingered on her face before shifting to focus on two deep, black orbs that reflected concern as they gazed back at her.

"Are you having a nightmare, Princess?" Leon’s voice was a little hoarse and deep, but it was soothing. If not for the hoarseness, his voice was somehow similar to Marx’s. Perhaps it was because he grew up in Usturia; hence, his accent is similar to his.

Princess Amaya attempted to rouse herself from her daze by shaking her head.

Luciano.

Marx.

Her heart beat widely when she thought of them. Her gut feeling was telling her that Marx, aka Luciano, was still alive.