THIRD PERSON POV Sitting in the rose garden of the royal palace, Princess Charlotte was currently trapped in the middle of her own game for survival. In high society, nothing mattered more than one’s own reputation, which could only be developed by interacting with other esteemed members of said s
“I have visited my brother’s mansion many a time,” Charlotte remarked calmly, leveling her gaze to match that of the heiress, “and I can assure you, I have not seen any woman, nor any such indication that a woman is living in that house. Well, apart from his lovely housekeeper, but she does not seem
THIRD PERSON POV Somewhere outside the dungeon on the outskirts of the capital, a hooded figure cloaked in black wandered the looming dusk. Fast, frightened footsteps delicately clacked against the pavement, anxious to reach their destination. With the sun slipping past the horizon, there was al
But they were hardly making any headway with their mission to break up Maeve and Prince Xaden. With every passing day, they were running out of time. “Honestly,” Victoria scoffed, rolling her eyes at Bella. “We could have made some progress if you hadn’t given up so quickly during your tea with Pr
THIRD PERSON POV Look at her, Isabelle thought with a scoff. Daring to enjoy herself. The afternoon of the banquet had come and, as a prettily-dressed Maeve mingled with Xaden and Charlotte on the far end of the banquet hall, engaging in private, light conversation with one another, the dubious
It was out of Isabelle’s hands now. MAEVE POV The moment I learned that there was going to be another banquet held at the royal palace, where our attendance was unfortunately deemed mandatory, my stomach sank with dread. One week was not enough time for me to mentally recuperate from the event
MAEVE POV I had thought I was well hidden. At least, as hidden as I possibly could be in the banquet hall of the royal palace, that was. I’d been so careful to choose a seat that was well out of range of any wandering eyes or gossiping lips. And everyone in the room had seemed to be so submersed
“It’s okay! I’m just—” “Ma’am.” The man’s sudden interruption seemed to suffice enough to quiet her down for the time being. “I apologize for cutting you off,” he said, though the tone of his voice indicated that he very much felt otherwise. Inwardly, relief bloomed within me once she had stoppe