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charming asleep like this, her long lashes brushing against her cheeks. Even her full lips looked much more tempting than he remembered before.
    She rolled over on her side, facing him, and snuggled further into her pillow before opening her eyes. It took a moment for her gaze to settle upon Nolan, but he knew the second it did because she grimaced slightly and closed her eyes tight.
    “You are still here,” she moaned before cracking one eye open.
    “Yes. I am afraid you are quite stuck with me.”
    Blythe sighed and rolled unto her back. “I know—for thirty days. Heaven help us all.”
    Nolan chuckled. “You are not the most pleasant princess I have ever known. Honestly, if I were to do things over, I definitely would not have wanted that thirty-day curse. Perhaps a five-day curse would have been much better.”
    She glanced over. “So, are you saying you designed this enchantment? As in, you were able to negotiate such a thing?”
    Nolan clamped his mouth closed. How could he be such a fool?
    “What are you hiding?” She turned over on her side again. “And another thing. How long have you been sitting there while I slept?”
    He shrugged. “About an hour. Your brother set me down on this pillow. How could you sleep so long in the afternoon, anyway?”
    She yawned and stretched her arms above her. “Because I am a princess, of course.”
    “Of course. How could I have forgotten?”
    “So what are you hiding?” she asked again.
    He shook his head. “Nothing you need to concern yourself over.”
    “No?” She blinked. “And this coming from a frog that just spent an hour watching me sleep. I should not be concerned over anything about you. No, you are not disturbing at all.” She sat up and nudged him off her satin cushion. “Why would my brother place you on one of my nice pillows? He should have put you upon the foot of the bed.”
    “Thank you.” He smirked as he adjusted himself on the duvet. It would seem that the moment he began to convince himself Blythe was a good person, he was reminded again of how horrid she actually was. There was simply no way he could ask for this woman’s hand. It was not worth the years of torture, knowing she was his bride.
    Suddenly he remembered the letter she had tossed in the pond and was curious to see if she would reveal why she had done so.
    “Do you have a suitor?” he decided to ask when all was quiet for a few minutes.
    “You do not believe I have one, do you?”
    He shrugged. “I may have implied such a thing, but I am interested to see what you have to say on the matter.”
    She smiled brightly, almost too brightly, and brought her knees to her chin. “I have one of the most wonderful men in the world as my suitor.”
    He was stunned and a bit warmed. “Really?”
    “Yes. He is simply marvelous. Always thinking about me and sending me little bouquets of flowers and poems and the like.”
    What? He looked at her earnest face and wondered briefly if she had two suitors and no one had bothered to mention it to him. “Who is it? May I ask?”
    She wrapped her arms tightly around her legs, making herself look like a vulnerable little girl. “I suppose it would not matter if you knew.” She took a deep breath and locked her gaze upon him. “Prince Nolan of Hollene Court.”
    “Truly! I hear he is a paragon among his court.” He was confused. He had never sent her any little favor, but why would she tell a falsehood about him? Was this yet another unpleasant personality trait of hers that he must live through?
    “Yes, he is. And a magnificent dancer as well.”
    How did she know he could dance? “Is there only the one man who is hoping to claim your hand?” Perhaps she had him mixed up with another.
    She unfolded her legs and looked down. “Yes.”
    When she glanced his way, he attempted to catch her eye, to find what she was not revealing, but she would not allow it. Even more interested, he asked, “So tell me about him. He sounds