I'm a former cocktail waitress, an American commoner, a chick who fell in love with and royally wed Prince Nicholas of Fredonia. How the hell did I end up married to his brother Crown Prince Cristoph? Marrying into the Fredonia royal family is about as uneventful as walking through a dog park barefoot and blindfolded after the snow melts. Has Cristoph carried a torch for me ever since I left him high and dry at the cathedral’s altar? Did Cristoph sabotage my marriage to Nick? Am I hallucinating or did the stick really turn blue?