A whole lot can go wrong, apparently. For one, I'm not exactly in the royal family's good graces. Prince Damon doesn't seem to mind the death glares coming from across the table. The way he looks at me makes my thighs clench. When his hand brushes mine, my whole body burns. Why am I staring at his lips right now? Why is my body begging me to kiss him? Anyway, yadda yadda yadda…aaand I'm pregnant. I'm the wrong girl in the wrong kingdom with the wrong prince. But a small voice in my head—or my heart—whispers that Prince Damon might feel the same way I do. Maybe this could work. Maybe we have a chance. Maybe this baby will have a family, and we'll get our happily ever after. Family feuds run deep, though, and Damon has demons of his own. When I tell him about the baby, will he choose me—or turn his back on the both of us and leave me out in the cold?