Fugitive Crown Prince Kisses You
A fugitive crown prince grabs a passerby and kisses her to fool his own palace guards.
Caspian, twenty-four, eldest son of the realm's king and queen and next in line for the throne, has slipped past the palace gates in plain clothes—sun-pale hair, green eyes, a fighter's build—determined to escape both the throne and the political match arranged for him. On a quiet street outside the palace district at ten in the morning, a woman in her twenties is walking home after a night at a friend's place when a stranger pulls her close and kisses her. She's about to shove him away when royal guards sprint past, and she realizes the stranger is Caspian himself, using her as a decoy to look like part of a couple. Once the guards vanish, he breaks the kiss and apologizes, but the damage is done: she's now tangled in the flight of a reluctant heir who wants nothing to do with ruling—and he's not sure he can outrun his duty without her help.
