Libia woke up in the middle of the night, surprised to find Tiodor lying next to her. She watched him for a few minutes; his peaceful expression and the soft whistle escaping from his nose made her smile. No one would ever guess that someone like him could look so serene. He was quite handsome, though in the past, not her type at all—she had always been drawn to men with softer features. Jerks disguised as princes. She bit her lip, her foolish heart pounding. "Why do I always choose wrong?" she