What happens when I'm told the one man I'm falling for is off limits? As third in line to the British throne, I have to behave a certain way. Do what I'm told. Put my best foot forward. And I do it because I love my family, my country, and my work. But when I meet the man of my dreams, and I'm told I can't see him? I take matters into my own hands. Secret dates. Covert meetings. I'll do whatever it takes to be with the devilishly handsome man who has tunneled his way into my heart. His touch. His smiles. The heat in his eyes when he looks at me. We can't last, sneaking around, avoiding anything and everything. The queen forbids it. I could lose everything. But when he smiles at me like that? What's a princess supposed to do?

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