Xavier's POV
"King Rosario."
Lying on the beach, legs half immersed in the ocean, I was staring skyward when I heard a familiar, high pitched trill. I tried not to roll my eyes at the sight of one of Semerov's daughters standing above me. That prickly old man had mentioned the need for a Queen twice since I'd arrived and now here he was trying to secure the position for one of his viper-like offspring.
Bowing elegantly, the woman had sheen short blonde hair and though her light blue eyes were downcast, I saw a light smile gracing full, pink lips. The Semerov princess's rarely looked alike but all were almost explicitly beautiful--and flaunted it shamelessly like a delecate lure to more weakminded Kings.
"You may not remember me--"
"Third daughter of King Semerov, Princess Catia."
