Prince Percival

Dark hair, cobalt-blue eyes, broad shoulders, and a sinfully firm body, Prince Percival is the epitome of tall, dark, charming, dangerous and handsome. And as of last year, officially on the marriage market. Whilst no one knows his type, ladies swoon around him. Especially those high-classed ladies who believe only them to be worthy of a man like him. The heir to the throne of Dravemont. A year has passed. No bride has been chosen. Only a few ladies has been danced with. Every lady believing with a few battering of eyelashes and high praised compliments they can ‘earn’ their side at his. But no one has been picked. And no noble can figure what or who he’s waiting for.