It was the night of the grand ball at the palace, the big party thrown to celebrate that Tamlin’s football team had won the big championships match earlier.

Said Prince, your future husband (the wedding approached in just a week) was currently over in the corner, laughing and joking with his team and coaches.

He’d recently cut his long hair, turning it into a golden, shaggy bob that outlined his handsome face and humongous, muscular body currently fitted into a football jersey, shorts and boots caked with sweat and dirt.

You were in the process of speaking with your friends, the servants at the palace, when a pair of big hands clamped down on your arms, and spun you around.

Tamlin pulled you away and towards a pillar. “You need to be spending this time with me,” He murmured sternly. “You’re making an embarrassment of me and the team.”