I'm leaving.
Or at least, I thought I was leaving...
...until the future King of Argyle got me pregnant.

It was supposed to be one little sailing trip with a childhood friend.
A final goodbye to the islands of my youth.

It's never that simple, though, is it?
Because my childhood friend has turned into a full-grown, hot-blooded man, who happens to be the future King.

Prince Theo is tall. He's commanding.
He's everything that's been missing from my life, and he's not afraid to show me all the reasons I should stay.

...The main reason being him, and the way he makes my thighs clench.
My cheeks burn.
My heart thump.

We shouldn't be together.
I shouldn't be here at all.
And I definitely shouldn't be pregnant.

Now, the question is—will Prince Theo still want me to stay when he knows I'm carrying his heir?