Percy If I’d have known that my father added a clause to the by-laws of the country’s monarchy, I’d have insisted they produce a different heir before he died. But now I’m stuck finding a wife, in less than a week, in order to become King of Gorgonia. My mother is begging me to just pick some earl’s daughter and be done with it, but if I’m going to enter into the travesty of matrimony, it’s going to be with a woman of my own choosing. And with any luck, the least appropriate one I can find. After spending just ten minutes with Cora…I can’t imagine a less qualified queen to have at my side. Cora Had I realized the doofus I’d met at the party was about to become king of the country, I may have been a little less charming. How could I have known that he’d send someone to ‘fetch’ me, then propose in the least romantic way possible? I should have barfed on his shoes or something. The trouble is, he’s actually very sweet. And funny. And…if I’m being totally honest, he’s hot as hell. Do I really want to tie myself to a strange man for the rest of my life? Even in exchange for being a queen? Even worse, do I want to risk not finding out if there could be a happily ever after with my king?