CHAPTER 12

          Marisol called out for Romaine as she bustled around her living room, but the princess was in no mood to get out of bed. All night, she’d dreamt of Kingston kissing her, his hands all over her body as he stripped her bare and did things to her Romaine never thought possible.

          Every inch of her body cried out for him, and her thighs clamped tightly shut to stop the powerful throbbing happening again. She kept the covers pulled up over her face when the bedroom door was thrown open and heeled steps clicked across the floor.

          Her private assistant hummed as she scurried about the room, and Romaine listened as she threw the curtains open.

“Come on now, Princess, the King, and the Queen have requested to meet with you.”

          Romaine