Wrong Room, Right Mistake

ian, Latvian, German and English. It's packed with people for such a small place and has been a monarchy since the days of tsar

ate landing strip. I had spent the nine hours in the morning sky from JFK through the starry Russian sky to Sheremetyevo airport, plus one more hour on a private jet into Ruslavia, looking up what

my phone back into my pocket. Insulting the Ruslavian royal family would definitely count as tr

I said, raising

ered, scowling like a kid who had been personally wronged. "I

y father was. He never stopped amazing me. Every year he had a differ

still worried the nameless driver might overhear our treason talk,

ear-olds wore slacks and golf shirts. "Of course, Cesar Milan

ulous. Not even an anima

ly take in the beautiful snowy landscape. The foggy, snow-covered stretch went on for what seemed like miles and miles and bare tr

and pulled myself together. I was no longer that disappointed, naive eighteen-year-old who thought rebound sex with a prince was the best way to get over a broke

, I'd had my head filled with English romance and fairytales and flowers when she came along. Thing

grinning abo

d daydream. "Is smiling a crime now?" I stuck my ton

wenties doesn't mean I'm again

olling my eyes as I pulled my phone out again. The next time I looked

jandro, had probably forgotten all about me and if he hadn't, he was a sad old man who rarely got any action. Hell, I hadn't even told hi

difficu

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n the living area. Ivory-colored walls dotted with what certainly looked like real watercolors wrapped the living area slash mini library. Seriously, on closer look, bookshelf after bookshelf against one

oing at night, I thought, alre

rs right across from the TV. It was at least four times the size of mine and hung on the wall li

netting hung around all four posts, falling over the mattress like fog. The duvet was a red-and-black thing and the pillows were thick white marshmallows that practically begged me to test how soft they were. A

r of sleeping and never waking up because the plane had crashed into the ocean) so I was pretty wiped out. Considering it was daybreak here and nightfall elsewhere, I should have forced myself to stay awake to get used to local time but once my head hit those pillows it was lights out an

unbuttoning my jacket and shruggi

pposed to do when they arrived. Someone had unpacked my entire suitcase while I slept, something I wasn't completely comfortab

on the east wing of the castle and Dad's room was a few doors down from mine. I knocked before entering and was highly disappointed to find him fast as

ak out of my father's room to ring. Before Harlem S

ea

's breathless voice chirped in m