Chapter 1: …of MiceEfren
Crown Prince Efren of Zioneven sat on the end of the bed and grinned as Prince Marcelo’s personal servant eased a brush through the strawberry blonde curls that had taken Efren’s breath away when he’d caught his first glimpse of his new husband—or husband-to-be, at the time. Before Marcelo had known of Efren’s intentions. When Marcelo had stood in a line with his family, quietly assessing the entourage from Zioneven that had arrived for the wedding they’d thought would be canceled.
The wedding had gone on, but with a change in one of the participants. Marcelo had taken the place of his deceased sister.
A delicate blush crept across Marcelo’s cheeks as he peeked at Efren through half-lowered eyelids. Perhaps recalling their successful joining last night? Successf
