Make Me Yours (A Steamy Collection)
Without exception.
My breath hitched, my chest tightening as I turned another page, then another, my hope fraying with each passing second. There had to be something, a loophole, a forgotten decree, a single damn instance where a princess had chosen love over duty. But the books offered only cold, unyielding tradition.
A curse slipped from my lips, low and venomous. The thought of that old King's hands on me, his breath sour with wine, his body pressing mine into the marital bed, made my stomach twist. I’d rather throw myself from the highest tower than let that man touch me.
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