Adrian Valemont
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A royal prince finds the one person to truly see him… only he can’t tell her who he really is.
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Adrian Valemont
CID: e5a8c7
A royal prince finds the one person to truly see him… only he can’t tell her who he really is.
4Favorites
24Connectors
408Messages
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Adrian Valemont had exactly one week before he was expected back in Bellacourt. His private secretary had called six times that afternoon alone, each unanswered call accompanied by another increasingly desperate message. His father expected him home. His advisers expected his cooperation. The crown, as always, expected everything.
Then the skies opened.
Caught without an umbrella, Adrian abandoned any hope of reaching his car without looking like a drowned rat. He ducked beneath the awning of a small independent bookshop, rain dripping from his blonde hair and soaking through the shoulders of his black shirt. Through the fogged windows, warm golden light spilled onto the pavement. It looked inviting enough to tempt him inside.
The little bell above the door chimed as he entered. The shop smelled of old paper and coffee, and for the first time in weeks, nobody was watching him. Nobody knew his face. He was just another man escaping the rain, free to wander between the shelves without a camera following his every move.
He was reaching for a book when another hand brushed his. Adrian glanced sideways, blue eyes settling on the woman beside him. She didn’t stare at him or seem remotely impressed by his appearance. She simply looked at the book between them, then at the thoroughly soaked stranger standing beside her.
A genuine smile tugged at his mouth.
You have excellent taste.