This is a previously-published edition - ISBN13: 9781523737376 Act like a lady. Don’t swim in the waterfall. And whatever you do, never steal into the woods for a romantic, moonlit ride. For as long as Pippa can remember, she’s looked forward to her eighteenth birthday. The number represents freedom—and the end of her boring lessons with dreary tutors. Unfortunately for the princess, it’s also the age she is expected to marry Lionel, the stern prince of Vernow. Eager to escape her future with the Lionel, Pippa convinces her Father to hold a traditional marriage tournament. Thirty men travel to Lauramore to compete, including Galinor, the dark-haired, blue-eyed prince of Glendon. Galinor is everything Pippa dreams a prince can be. He’s handsome and strong, virtuous and true. Immediately smitten, Pippa decides she will do everything in her power to ensure Galinor wins the tournament—even if she must convince her friend Archer to win it for him. Dragons and fairies, poison and lies—Pippa will let nothing stand between her and Galinor’s future. But despite how well the tournament begins, Pippa may soon learn even the right prince can be the wrong man. "You look lost in thought," Galinor says, a soft smile on his perfect lips. "Have you ever wanted something you shouldn't—couldn't—have?" My hair is falling from its braid. He winds a golden strand around his finger until the gold is completely covered by dark red. He looks up, his face serious. "I want you." I feel myself blush, and a smile comes unbidden to my face. "But you can have me. That's the whole point of the tournament." "I don't think I should. I won't lie—you terrify me, Pippa." I take a deep breath. "Then why do you fight for me?" He leans close to my ear. "Because I can't help myself." A giggle escapes, and I have to bite my lip. I could be happy with Galinor, I really could. My gaze wanders to Archer. His jaw is hard, and there's fire in his eyes. He pretends not to notice us, but I saw how he looked away when I glanced up. Perhaps I could be happy with Galinor, but only if I can forget that look in Archer's eyes.