I have to find a wife.
And not just any wife.
A love match.
My parents gave me ten years to find a princess on my own, and the deadline has arrived.
I’ve outrun the palace guards for months, but due to an incident in a rooster Speedo that went viral, they have tracked me to America.
I’m not known for my stellar taste in the opposite sex. The last one put my naked pictures on Instagram.
But there is this one girl. I saw her in a New York deli making sandwiches. She helped me escape the photographers.
Smart. Beautiful. Quick-witted.
Yes. I choose her.
Now all I have to do is convince her to marry me.
In the next seven days.