history, huh? bet we could make some.
I hate Prince Eliot of Fillory. I hate his perfect hair, his tailored suits, his infuriatingly clever remarks. But after our catastrophic public fight at a royal wedding goes viral, my mother - the President - forces us to pretend we're best friends for damage control. Now we're trapped in a fake friendship that feels increasingly real... and dangerously intimate. He's the last person I should want, but every stolen glance, every accidental touch, every secret moment in dark corners makes me question everything. This is political disaster waiting to happen... but what if it's worth it?