Who knew happily ever after would involve so much kneeling?
But if you had to look into the smoldering, possessive eyes of a future prince who called you his fiancé, you'd submit to him anytime of the day too. And now we're planning the royal wedding of the century so my HEA is going to be forever.
Life is perfect.
That is until my grandfather, the king, demands we follow tradition when it comes to the upcoming nuptials . . . meaning, we have to go through pre-wedding classes, parade around the country as the newly engaged couple, and we must be celibate.
The horror! The pain! And not the good kind of pain.
The countdown to the day we can finally say "I do" is intense. Every passing glance I get from my alpha prince lights my skin on fire, making every moment I can't be with him more and more difficult.
But what happens on our wedding night is far from happily ever after.
Now I'm questioning if the iron-clad bond I have with my fiancé is real, or if it all was just a fairy tale . . .