Paris smiled at his reflection in his bathroom mirror.
His mood was exceptionally good.
The country girl had finally yielded…
To him.
“There is nothing in this world you cannot conquer," he whispered.
He tilted his head at an angle, ran a finger and thumb along his jawline, and admired its smoothness.
He then straightened his back and stared into his stern teal eyes as he muttered in a serious tone, “You're the king, remember that."
The prince threw his head back in delightful laughter.
After putting on a sweatshirt and track pants, he strolled into his bedroom, picked up a book, and sat on the armchair.
Not even the iciest of queens could resist his persuasion.
…
“You want me to stop everything?" Those brown eyes grew rounder. "Why? Everything's going well, isn't it? Why
