I’m the son of the prime minister, and now I have to marry a fey prince? This can’t be my life. First the fey conquer Earth, and now this? Prince Dyfri y Mhorriganogi is beautiful.
The kind of stunning that steals your breath and leaves you speechless. He’s so far out of my league it’s not even funny. But I don’t want to marry him. He’s a spy. An infiltrator. The enemy.
But as with all things since the fey arrived, there is no choice. Cunning, sultry, dark-haired Dyfri will be my husband. He will come live with me in Downing Street. I am resigned to my fate.
Then we meet for the first time, and something in his dark eyes gives me pause and changes everything. This marriage might not be a disaster. I don’t think he is loyal to his people.
I think he just might be on our side. Or am I just a fool, seeing only what I want to believe?
