Book 2: My Future Wife

Ainslee

Window, bathroom, armoire, bed. Window, bathroom, armoire, bed. Window, bathroom, armoire, bed.

“Princess, you’re going to wear a hole in the carpet,” Zoey says, watching me pace.

I growl deep in my throat. “I can’t believe this! How did Kris get his claws into the guard and the nobles and everyone so quickly?!”

“I would guess he’s been working at it a long time, my lady,” Zoey replies.

“Of course, he has. That bastard!” I shout, kicking a dresser. It shudders ominously.

“Princess, are you all right? Did you hurt yourself?” Zoey asks, alarmed.

I grimace and rub my toes. “A little,” I admit.

“There really is no use in you kicking the furniture and breaking your toes. The prince wouldn’t like it,” Zoey admonishes me.

“The prince is the whole reason I’m wound up. What are they doing to him?” I plop down on the bed and drop my face into my hands. My hair is a mess. I’m still in Rafe’s shirt with my bodice han