His Majesty's Temporary Bride. Annie West
Cat dropped her eyes from his bright, enquiring gaze and found herself staring at a pair of glossy hand-made shoes. She kept her eyes fixed on them, forcing down the surging rush of panic.
He was King Alexander of Bengaria.
And he believed her to be Amelie.
Could it get any worse?
Cat found herself sinking into a deep, perfectly executed curtsey. The sort of curtsey that had eluded her for days.
It was amazing what adrenaline and sheer panic could achieve.
‘Welcome, Your Majesty. It’s a pleasure to have you here.’
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