Grace Vallenta, the dowager Queen of Montrovia, sits in her office watching the news reports. She should feel pleased with herself. After all, she’s managed to arrange a marriage for her son to a woman who can not only handle the role of queen but will produce beautiful children.
She glances at a photo of her own wedding.
Her father was a nobleman, so her family attended many royal events and, like many young females in Montrovia she crushed on the handsome Vallenta princes, Giovanni, Alessandro, and Marcelo. While none had paid her attention as a girl, she had gone away to a prestigious university, graduated with honors, and had matured into a confident and alluring woman. Her family was happy when she was asked to interview with the royal family, thrilled when she went on chaperoned dates with the eldest Prince Giovanni, and over the moon when he proposed.
Talk about a fairytale.
Of course, she knew Giovanni had a reputation as being a ladies man—much like her own son.
At least no one could ever doubt Lorenzo’s lineage. From the moment their engagement was announced until their extravagant wedding and honeymoon, where she conceived their only son, it was a whirlwind of love with the promise of a lifetime of happiness.
Or so she thought.