HER FATHER CALLED out from the west drawing room as she headed up the grand staircase. “Come in here a moment—I would like you to meet someone.” Snow paused at the second step, knowing it really was inevitable—she would have to meet Prince Terrance. She turned and smiled at her father, who was standing just inside the door as she came into the fashionably decorated green-and-white room. “Yes?” Her gaze focused solely on her father, not the man she could see from the corner of her eye seated in Melantha’s favorite chair about eight feet away. Herbert wrapped his arm around her shoulder and turned her toward the handsome man as he stood up. “Prince Terrance wrote me and requested a visit some time ago. I replied to the missive, as I felt it necessary that you two meet. He is of the Sybright court, which was, until recently, run by his father, the late King Alexander II. Now his mother is on the throne until he can find a suitable woman to marry and make her his queen.
