I am Prince Findlay, the third—and one might argue, completely superfluous—son in line to the throne of the Kingdom of Faencairn. The thought doesn’t bother me, however, because I have my library and my work in the castle archives to keep me busy. I could brush off Father’s instruction to marry, except I have in mind the perfect candidate. But what will she think of the special room in my chambers? Millicent is a quiet bibliophile, just like myself, but I suspect the shy exterior hides an adventuresome bedmate. Will she understand the freedom in allowing someone else control, and...
I am Prince Findlay, the third—and one might argue, completely superfluous—son in line to the throne of the Kingdom of Faencairn. The thought doesn’t bother me, however, because I have my library and my work in the castle archives to keep me busy. I could brush off Father’s instruction to marry, except I have in mind the perfect candidate. But what will she think of the special room in my chambers? Millicent is a quiet bibliophile, just like myself, but I suspect the shy exterior hides an adventuresome bedmate. Will she understand the freedom in allowing someone else control, and the pleasure to be found in bindings? There’s only one way to find out…
