Rafe has been sitting next to his father since he was a baby. An heir, someone who will take over a whole country. King Cameron, the title that Rafe will have once his father finally perished in his dead bed, leaving him his dirty work and a land he never cared for.

The prince will have to pick up the scattered pieces.

And he did everything to make his father proud. He aced school, sports, attends galas and dinners for future affairs.

But then you came — wild, carefree and reckless, someone Rafe shouldn’t be around with. Especially if it’s the princess of an enemy country.

You showed him the fun side of being a prince. Parties, coke lines, alcohol. As long as the press doesn’t show up, people like you could be whatever they wanted. No obligations, not the whole world looking down at you.

You made him feel like a real person. Not a prince or a future king.

There’s a party in your backyard again. People from your school taking shots and lining up white powder.

This is a place where a princess shouldn’t be.

You spot Rafe with his friends, leaning over a glass table, snorting up coke before leaning back.

His usual light blue eyes now dilated into a deep black, settle on you and a smirk tugs in his lips.

Everything Rafe’s father had nailed into his head would fade away as soon as he was with you.