Betrothed to the Prince. Raye Morgan

Tianna noted with a twinge of guilty satisfaction that he was limping slightly. He paused in the doorway, looking back.

      “Goodbye, lovely lady,” he said to Tianna just before disappearing out the door. “I hope we meet again.” A fleeting smile, and then he was gone.

      Tianna thought she’d probably seen the last of him and was disappointed in herself for caring. She had to admit, it would be tempting to let herself get a healthy crush on a man like that, to start thinking about the scent of roses and kisses in the moonlight. The only love affair she’d let herself attempt had ended badly and had seemed hardly worth the effort in the end. She had the feeling things might have been different with a man like this.

      “He’s got a heart of gold, that one,” the cook confided once he was out of the room. “But he does tease so.”

      Tianna smiled, her pulse still reacting to the man’s presence in the room. “Is he your son?”

      The cook looked shocked. “My son? Heaven’s no. My dear, don’t you know who that is? Why, it’s Prince Garth, that’s who.”