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TARAIt’s okay, Tara. You can do this. Just keep smiling. We’ve done this before. It’s gonna be okay. Just keep going no matter what. I did an internal monologue as my grip around the mic tightened. I stopped in the middle of the stage, while everyone seemed frozen in their seats. These were T.S. Prince’s fans, and Tara Montimer was just the ordinary person behind the Midnight.As I raised my mic near my lips, I looked at their faces. They were shocked, surprised, and surprisingly in a good way. How long could a person hold their breath? A minute or two? That was how long the silence stretched in the venue. I opened my mouth to say something, to speak up. Then amazing things happened. “Tara! Tara! Tara!” The crowd began chanting my name, and not T.S. Prince. The lightsticks lit up and danced again. The first row stood up, including Emma and her niece, who owned the small bookshop, Ivy, Lynx, and the rest followed like domino pieces, applauding me.Cameras flashed, taking snaps of

MADThe restless energy suddenly coursed through me as I was ushered on a red carpeted floor into the meeting room, and the door shut behind me.My gaze swept the massive room. The picturesque, splendid interior looked like it came out of a Regency Victorian era that brought out classic glamour and beauty with extraordinary monarch treasures on display, from century-old porcelain to candelabras.The abundance of gilded detailing and ornate decorations of the high cathedral ceiling was a symbol of the monarchy’s historical significance.The House of Valdemar wall caught my attention in awe. The paintings in gold framed hanged on the wall from the first generation of the Serevian monarchy to the modern-day king, Augustus IV. I instantly recognized Tara in a family painting. She was in her teenage years. The state room was in red and damask walls and gold details reflecting the grandeur and sophistication of a modern royal monarchy. The room served as an official royal engagement for im

TARAThere were dozens more questions about my personal life with Mad. I didn’t know how my parents, the palace, and Mad would react after watching this as I tried to be as truthful as possible.When the Q&A was over, Lori and the staff had selected fans for booksigning and photographs.I took a selfie behind the fans, and it was something that I would treasure forever. After that, I sat behind the table with books and pens. The line began flowing. I signed and posed with the fans for almost thirty minutes.I smiled and looked up. “What’s— Oh, my God?” I was on my feet, hugging her—the bookshop owner. “Emma, you made it!”“We can’t miss this. This is my niece, Selene.” Her teenage niece smiled shyly as I showed her the bracelet that I was still wearing. “Hi, Selene.” I got her book and wrote my dedication and signature. “Thank you, both of you.”“We have no clue. I found two signed books that the customers bought. Thank you so much.” We posed for a selfie.“I’ll keep in touch. I’ll

MADThe dinner, which Their Majesties, the King and Queen, hosted, began with awkward introductions that almost ended in a disaster, especially when you knew something they didn’t. Prince Valentine was a complete jerk, disrespectful, lacking manners, full of himself, arrogant, and narcissistic. The entire dinner, Queen Esmeralda barely said two sentences. All Valentine did was talk about what he did throughout his entire life, but never mentioned his sister even once.To show some respect, I only talked when I was asked by the King and Queen, and so did my parents. As the dinner progressed, it got even worse as Valentine never tried to hide his rudeness towards us.Dad used to show off, express himself, and talk about the work he did for the company. He deserved all the praises and compliments because it was his hard work, his blood and sweat, but tonight, I was grateful to him. He stayed humble and respectful to the hosts“Is Madden your only son?” The Queen asked.“No, Your Majes

MADThe King was definitely threatening me.“I totally get you, sir. Honestly, if I hurt your daughter, I will go to the forest and throw myself into a cluster of spiders.” “Intentionally or not, it still hurts, Madden.” He opened the red velvet certificate folder and got his Montblanc pen. “Wish me I won’t regret it, son. I wanted Tara to marry a Serevian man. I don’t care if he sweeps the street for a living, but she falls in love with a foreigner, and this time, I have to respect her choice.” When he finally signed the certificate, I sighed in relief. Thank God.“I’m grateful, sir.” He picked it up and showed it to me. “Come here and give me a hug.” Grinning, I hugged him. “You won’t regret it, sir.” “Well, I hope so.” He patted my back. “If I see a bruise on her skin, I will fucking kill you myself.” Oh, I knew he wasn’t joking. I could see the real threat in his eyes. “Sir, may I ask you something?” “Go ahead.” “Did you ever call Olive Le Fay asking if Tara is in a relatio