An Enemy

Lord Rupert Minney scowled at the stack of papers in his hands, flipping through the pages with increasing frustration. He had spent the better part of the night poring over these files, expecting to find something—anything—he could use. But to his utter disbelief, there was nothing. Not a shred of scandal, not even the faintest whiff of impropriety.

Princess Isidora Rosalind Sterling, heir to one of the strongest royal families in this part of the world was as spotless as a white sock! It was absurd. A woman in her position, a princess no less, hadn't managed to get her hands dirty at all? No whispered rebellions against her family, no rumors of treating her servants poorly, no secret wild parties held behind palace walls. Not even so much as a parking ticket. The files were maddeningly clean. If they had handed him blank pages, it would have made no difference and would have actually saved him some time and sleep more.