I had felt his lips on mine—Arthur. The Crown Prince of Evereign. Ruthless. Dangerous. And supposed to be untouchable. A man feared by all. And yet… he had kissed me.
I pressed my fingers to my lips as I lay on my bed looking at the ceiling one afternoon after Lady Selena’s charade two days ago, as if I could erase the memory.
Each time, in my room I will always feel his presence and the lingering feelings he left behind.The warmth, the unexpected tenderness… the force of his need.
And I was supposed to be… a man. Daniel. My disguise, my carefully constructed identity that had kept me alive in this palace of secrets…I am not supposed to harbour this thought and be found entangled with the prince…I will be endangering myself and my life will be at stake especially now that Lady Selena i
