All Chapters of The Lost Graystone Princess: Chapter 1 - Chapter 10

Daisy Louise Harmony Thompson POV (Name given as part of Witness Protection program)“Hi, welcome to Sneakz Burger Emporium. I’m Daisy. How can I help you today?” I spoke through the mic of the drive-through headset.“Ah yeah, can I please have one of your Sneakz Classic Sizzle Steak Burgers?” A woman’s voice came back through the headset's earpiece.“Sure can. Which sauce would you like on your Sneakz Classic Steak Burger?” I replied.“Ah, now that’s tough, as I’ve never been here before. What would you recommend?” The woman spoke again.“Although it does depend on your personal preferences, if it were for myself, I would most likely go for Uncle Mateo’s Secret Sauce. However, this sauce has three versions: light and tangy, mild, and hot. Any of these can make the burger taste different. Since it's your first time here, I recommend you try the light and tangy.” I reply.That’s when a male voice chimes in through the mic, “What’s the Volcanic Sauce like?”I had groaned internally, kno

The challenge was unmistakable. Marc would either have to admit his warriors were here for show, or commit them to a battle that might not even exist."My warriors remain with me," Marc said coolly. "But by all means, attend to your... emergency. We can resume our discussions afterward."Alpha Logan nodded to Maison and Jackson. "Escort our guests to the neutral waiting area. I'll send word when the situation is contained."As the twins moved to lead Marc and his entourage away, his ice-blue eyes found mine one last time. A chill ran down my spine at the calculation I saw there."Until later, Daisy," he said, my name a caress that made my skin crawl. "I look forward to getting better acquainted."Uncle Mateo was at my side when they left the great hall, guiding me swiftly toward a hidden passage behind a tapestry."We don't have much time," he muttered. "He suspects. More than suspects—he knows.""How could he possibly know?" I whispered as we hurried through the narrow corridor. "I'v

Jackson leaned against a tree, looking up to the moon, “Worthy of her, no, absolutely not. Although we can’t change the past or how poorly we once treated her. As for our feelings towards her romantically, well, they have always been there, even when we tried to run and hide from them, but we definitely had them and refused to explore them. However, what we can do right now is do the right thing, court her properly, and show her that our feelings are genuine. As for if we didn’t know who she was to us yeah we probably would be still at home but then we would have lost the most important person in our lives to a sicko.”Maison nodded solemnly. "I've been fighting Nightshade for years over this. Every time she walked into a room, he would practically howl for me to approach her, to protect her." He ran a hand through his hair in frustration. "And I just... pushed it down. Ignored it. Treated her coldly because I was afraid of what I was feeling.""We both did," Jackson admitted. "Though

As we made our way back through the darkened forest, I found myself walking between Maison and Jackson, their protective presence both comforting and grounding. The moonflowers continued to bloom in my wake, marking our path with luminous white blossoms. "That went well," Luna Mara observed, breaking the thoughtful silence. "Lady Vivienne's support will be crucial in the days ahead." "She knew me," I said, still marveling at the connection. "Really knew me, from before." "Your godmother was your mother's shadow," Uncle Mateo confirmed. "Where Queen Isobel went, Lady Vivienne followed. They were inseparable from childhood." I absorbed this, treasuring each new piece of information about my past. "She called me Little Bell."

We lay tangled together on the furs, our bodies cooling as the golden light of the bond settled into a constant, warm glow connecting us. I could feel them both now—not just physically, but mentally and emotionally. Maison's presence was like a mountain in my mind—solid, immovable, protective. Jackson's was like a flowing river—adaptable, soothing, yet with hidden depths. "This is..." I searched for words to describe the sensation. "Overwhelming?" Jackson suggested. "Perfect," I corrected, nestling between them. Maison's arm tightened around my waist. "The bond will settle over the next few days. The mental connection won't always be so... intrusive."