Royal Scoundrel is the prequel novella between Charles' dads. Even though it takes place twenty years before the Frat Wars books, it's best enjoyed last. DASH Archibald Levine the third is a pain in my ass. Rich, cocky and the closest thing to a prince that our school has. I hate everything about his entitled attitude and the stupid Kappa crown he wears. I also hate the gigantic crush I have on the guy. One night, backed up by the courage of tequila, my mouth gets away from me and I offer him the one thing he can't stop thinking about. Me. On my knees. Because Archibald Levine also has a secret, and one kiss between us seals his fate. The fling between us can never go anywhere, not with his powerful and homophobic father, but we don't let it stop us from indulging at every opportunity that we get. I also don't let it stop me from falling stupidly in love with the guy. He's always made it clear he can never come out and I know we're destined for destruction. After all, happily ever after doesn't exist between a prince and a scoundrel.