The Duchess's Decision

Too filthy to be a fairytale...

A few years ago, I was an impoverished cocktail waitress. Then I fell in love with Prince Max – he of the impossibly cute dimples, the nickel sized cleft in his chin, and the six pack abs so ripped I mended them every night with my tongue.

We got married and I was walking-into-walls deliriously happy.

I didn’t expect entitled, greedy thieves to arrest Max in an attempt to overthrow the monarchy.

I didn’t plan on – presto change-o -- being legally wed to Max’s swo...