The Wronged Princess - Book I

Prince smiled, fancying himself as Cinderella's shield.

He shook the rambling thoughts from his head. Were there not enough problems with this impending marriage? And now his mother planning a betrothal ball to introduce Eutullie to all of Chalmers?

Now, a picnic with Alessandro de Lecce bore the proof. He smelled a rat. A very clever rat. He needed a plan. Too bad all his mind could draw was a huge resounding blank.