Some fairy tales start after midnight.
The crown prince and I have nothing in common. He's a rugged, battle-hardened soldier who spent four years in the Royal Guard, an elite military unit. I met the King and Queen for the first time wearing leggings and a sweatshirt. But there's the way he looks at me. Like he knows every dirty thought I've had about him—and he likes them. There's the way my pulse skyrockets every time his hand brushes mine.
I'm the ambassador's daughter. I know better than to mess around with a foreign head of state. But I don't know how long I can resist.
Not all princes are charming.
I spent years in the Royal Guard, our most elite military unit, fighting like hell so I could rule one day—not so I could give my father an heir with some well-bred rich girl.
I have a f*cking country to run. My love life can take a back seat. It's not like I've ever met a girl I had to have—until her. I can't stop thinking about the way she laughs, about how she might taste. My father's threatening to strip me of my title if I touch her, but she makes me want to break every one of my own rules.
Contains mature themes.
