But suddenly I’m first in line, and every single move I make is splashed across the headlines for all to see.
Women. Fast Cars. VIP access to all of London’s hottest clubs. They call me the Playboy Prince.
Which would be perfectly fine if my older sister hadn’t fallen in love with a commoner, putting the crown on my head and the future of the country in my hands.
To redeem my image as the reckless royal, the queen has found a suitable woman for me to marry. A woman so opposite my type, it’s laughable.
But as I get to know her, there’s something that draws me in. Her soft eyes. Her big heart. The way everyone around her falls under her spell.
I never expected to fall in love.
Losing my heart might be the most reckless thing I’ve ever done.