TWENTY-SEVEN
Bianca wasn't entirely sure what to make of Prince Corbin. Between his perfect manners, outrageous compliments and the glittering coronet he wore on his head beneath the hood, he appeared to be the sort of prince only found in fairytales.
He was the complete opposite of all the men who'd come to the Summer Palace, trying to solve her sisters' mystery. Yes, even the opposite of Vasco. Where Vasco said little and behaved as though he felt he was out of place, Corbin smiled and laughed as if he was completely comfortable.
On a misty lake, late at night, carrying off a princess whose father would probably skin him alive if he caught Corbin, the man's smile never wavered until they reached their destination – the small island in the middle of the lake.
As he helped her out o
