Excerpt from Prince
Charming
“You’re a tough one,
Daniela Chiaramonte. God knows you’ll make one hell
of a queen.”
“What are you talking about?”
“Did I forget to mention? You are going to marry me. That is
your sentence.”
“Are you out of your mind?” she nearly shouted.
He smiled—charmingly.
“I will not marry you! No! No,” she said again.
“Of course you will, my dear. Come, Daniela—here I am,
down on bended knee for you. I lay my kingdom at your feet.”
His tone was jaunty, his eyes twinkling.
“Don’t you dare try to charm me, Rafael di Fiore!”
Wretched with nausea and fury, she glared at him, her hair hanging
lankly in her face. She could not believe a woman could look such
a wreck and receive a marriage proposal from the catch of the century.
“First you shoot me! Then you have me dragged to you so you
can seduce me! What kind of perverse game are you playing with me
now?”
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