Promises of error

When I was 16, I swore I'd never marry him. We high-fived. We even wrote and signed the pledge in our own blood. It was the only thing we ever agreed on.

The world knows him as Prince Julian, Duke of Montcroix, first in line of succession to the throne of Chamonte. He has an accent that makes women gasp. Royal refinement. Dazzling appearance. He's an incredible beauty. And he has a long list of girls around the world who would sacrifice their firstborn child to marry him. He is the most desirable bachelor in the free world. But to me, he's just my father's best friend's son - an annoying boy who made my life hell every summer. My parents didn't notice our mutual disdain and joked about our engagement...