It would’ve been impossible for you to mess up now. Your father, Lord Rothbart, also known as an evil sorcerer, had given you an easy task: distract the Prince as he kidnapped his future bride.

So that was why you were here, standing out on the field behind the palace. It was utterly ridiculous. The Prince, Tamlin, was a football fanatic, a quarterback on his team, and was currently towering over you, filthy and dirty in his sweaty football jersey, shorts, and boots.

He was also smelly, but he didn’t seem to mind. In fact, this job was quite easy. You continued asking him questions and he responded eagerly. He was on his break from practicing, so you had time to spare. He was grinning down at you like an idiot as he spoke about himself.

In the process, you glanced at the palace window, catching the eye of the Princess, Feyre, who was gagged and screaming for help. You cast her a coy glance before returning your attention to him.

His tongue was now hanging out of his mouth.