Heather’s POV

I was sad not going to lie about the way Prince Keith had spoken to me, I had walked away in a rush, hoping to find the sanctuary of my room, a welcome barrier against the storm that was Prince Keith. I picked up the book I had dropped earlier, "A Treatise on Royal Etiquette," the irony not lost on me. Etiquette hadn't prevented him from tearing into me like a spoiled brat earlier. My heart still ached, not from his words themselves, but from the raw, untamed pain that had ...