He, the stranger, was speaking to her brother Jesse. The sun was at his back and it shone around him like a golden halo. Even from the distance she could see that he was handsome in a curious way. He was finely dressed and worthily shod. Real pince-nez spectacles of circular glass were perched upon his nose. And his trim form and deignful expression gave him a princely air.

Meggie's eyes widened. Her heart beat faster and the blood sped through her veins.

A prince. Her prince.

Author: Pamela Morsi