Fey Divinity

I’m the son of the prime minister, and now I have to marry a fey prince?

This can’t be my life.

First the fey conquer Earth, and now this?

Prince Dyfri y Mhorriganogi is beautiful. The kind of stunning that steals your breath and leaves you speechless. He’s so far out of my league it’s not even funny.

But I don’t want to marry him.

He’s a spy. An infiltrator. The enemy.

But as with all things since the fey arrived, there is no choice.

Cunning, sultry, dark-haired Dyfri will be my husband. He will come live with me in Downing Street.

I am resigned to my fate.

Then we meet for the first time, and something in his dark eyes gives me pause and changes everything. This marriage might not be a disaster.

I don’t think he is loyal to his people.

I think he just might be on our side.

Or am I just a fool, seeing only what I want to believe?