by Frankie Love
“Yes. Your husband, as of next week— Hunter Montagne, the Mountain Prince of Cressia—is waiting for your arrival, Violet.”
I cover my face with my hands as Iris starts freaking out above me.
“Violet is marrying Prince Hunter?” Iris grabs my hand. “Do you know how hot that man is? And rich? Oh my gosh. Violet, you are so lucky.”
“You are all fortunate, in different ways,” my father says. He begins explaining who my sisters are to marry—Prince Garrick and Prince Lukas—but I tune him out.
Because I’m sick to my stomach. I know exactly who Prince Hunter is; everyone does. He’s a completely arrogant prick, and that isn’t just what the tabloids say.
Everyone who has a family crest knows that Hunter is the epitome of a royal pain in the ass.
And now he’s going to be my husband.
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