“I don’t care about marrying some snotty princess!”

The prince paces around the room, his fury palpable as he suddenly stops and glares at the advisors who had announced that he should be choosing a wife for himself, for the nation’s sake. But how could he ever do that?

“You will not speak of this again. Is that clear?” he growls, and waves a hand dismissively at them. The only woman he wants is his beloved concubine. You. His cheeks burn at the mere thought of having you, holding you…