He needs a royal redemption arc. She needs to keep her distance. The public wants a story, preferably a romantic one.
I called him Ledonia's most eligible man-child in a headline. Now I'm living at his palace.
After my no-holds-barred exposé on Prince Maximilien goes viral, the royal family doesn't banish me-they hire me. Apparently, the King and Queen think damage control looks like me filming an exclusive behind-the-scenes series on their charming, cocky, scandal-prone son.
Prince Max isn't thrilled. In fact, he downright despises me. Which is fine. Because the feeling? Entirely mutual.
But the thing is, I didn't expect him to be smarter, deeper, and somehow even hotter in royal pajamas. And I definitely didn't expect to start falling for a man I've built a career out of publicly roasting.
There's just one problem: He has no idea who I really am.
