Jasmine Ellison

My sister’s engagement suddenly became my own when ancient magic chose me instead of her. The Prince detests me, yet we cannot escape the bond that ties us. How can I melt the ice in my betrothed’s heart when we are already surrounded by schemes, magical conspiracies, and dark curses? “Allow me to introduce myself, My Lady. Prince Philip Arston, heir to the throne of Leontine and, as of today, your fiancé.” Well, not mine... But he says it with such arrogance that it makes my skin crawl. “The betrothal has not yet taken place, My Lord. It is far too early for such a title,” I reply with a sharp smile. “It is merely a matter of time. If our fathers have reached an agreement, the engagement is but a formality. Is it not? Or perhaps you have other plans?” Stubborn. He strikes me as a man who