TWO PRINCES CLAIMED WHAT WAS NEVER MEANT FOR THEM. I was a shadow in the halls of Mansfield, a lowly maid hidden behind whalebone and duty. My life was small, quiet, and safe until I was summoned to the royal suite. I expected to serve tea. Instead, I became the feast. Prince DeShawn is a mountain of authority, and Prince Chadwick is the velvet glove that hides a steel grip.