This arranged marriage was meant to save a monarchy. Falling in love was never part of the deal.
It’s 1992, and I’ve just agreed to marry a man I barely know: Prince Frederic of Ledonia. Across Europe, he’s known as the Ice Prince.
He’s controlled, reserved, and about as emotionally expressive as a marble statue in a tailored suit. Our marriage isn’t about romance.
It’s about duty and the survival of the monarchy, and I have one job: smile for the cameras, behave like a future queen, and never forget this marriage is only an arrangement. It should be simple.
Except nothing about Frederic feels simple. Beneath the icy reputation and impeccable manners is a man who notices everything.
And sometimes, when he thinks no one is looking, he watches me like I’m not a royal obligation at all, but something far more dangerous.
Which definitely wasn’t part of the plan. Unfortunately, the more time I spend with my very proper prince, the harder it is to remember this marriage is just for show.
So I’ve made up my mind: If I’m going to marry a prince carved from marble, I’m determined to find the heartbeat beneath the crown. Even if it risks breaking mine.
A closed-door grumpy sunshine arranged marriage romance filled with wit, warmth, and a prince who never planned to fall in love.
It’s a prequel to the Royally Kissed series and can be read as a standalone novel.
