This room was my favorite, as it had been his. I'd been told I looked just like him ever since I'd learned to recognize his face from the dozens lining the room, but he'd been a ruler, a king, something I hopefully would never be. I admired the image of my paternal grandfather. The faces of my ancestors looked down at me from their portraits.

I paced the length of the music room, my dress shoes making far too much noise on the wooden floor. Your friendship and support means more than you’ll ever know. To those close friends… cough… Rhys… who have been there for the above and more. Join Ana’s Facebook Group Café RoMMance for exclusive content, and to learn more about her latest books at To everyone that has been on the other end of me moaning, crying, despairing, laughing, hoping, working, dreaming. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, or actual events is purely coincidental. Names, characters, businesses, places events and incidents are either products of the author’s imagination or used in a fictitious manner. How to Catch a Prince is a work of fiction.

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