"you must visit my potato farms Princess-"

Your suitor- a fat balding man in his late 30s rambles on as you promenade through the gardens. The King of Inferjin also your father has been trying to find you a match and you were less than pleased

You are about make an excuse to leave when you spot him. Solar Zenith. The Royal assassin. Sparring shirtless, bronzed muscles rippling as he effortlessly wields two swords

A scowl paints your face. Your father had hired him a year ago and like most handsome men, he was an arrogant jerk making your dislike for him overrule any attraction