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the same girl said, voice shaking like she was about to cry. “Because she’s a liar,” Janice said coldly, raising her brow. No filter. “If you’re really the princess,” she continued, “then I’m sure you already know that the King and Queen are coming to visit the university.” I looked at Stelle. Her eyes widened in shock. She dropped the book she was holding. “You’re lying…” she whispered. “No royals ever visit here. This is a school for humans.” Her friend chuckled awkwardly, trying to play it off as a joke.

With a hard bite and a kick, I rendered Haze unconscious and threw myself out the window. Blake’s fall was softened by the pink rose bushes that Luna Vanessa the queen of the royal pack had planted just that spring with the help of her daughter Princess Angel who only recently turned 2. Angel looked so much like her mother, and I could only wonder if she would be as beautiful when she was older. “I guess we will never know as for our plan to work the whole royal bloodline needs to be eradicated” “I know Blake, but I can’t help but feel guilty at the thought of taking the life of an innocent child”

“A masque is a masque. Alaric. My King is holding it. It’s nothing to do with me. I didn’t ask him to invite the man.” “But you knew it was in his honor and failed to mention it.” He followed me down the stairs. Speaking in a low enough voice, others couldn’t hear us. I didn’t deny that. “Least you’re not bothering to play at ignorance.” “I usually don’t.” I glanced over my shoulder at him. Increasing my pace. Alaric’s lips twitched in contempt. He tilted his head dangerously. “Where are you off to in such a hurry, Princess?” “Queen.” I corrected. Voice raising in outrage that he refused to acknowledge my title.

Rhae chuckled to herself. "I just came here to-" He paused, realising he couldn't disclose that he came here to check on how she was doing. That he couldn't stop thinking about her, about how gorgeous she was. "I came here to brief you on your next assignment as plans have changed. The Princess has gone missing, and we can use this to our advantage. Spies have reported the King has turned into a madman, there is little chance you can seduce him with his daughter missing as well. So your task is to find the Princess, return her to the king as a member of the Amiran guild and convince him to host a celebration ball of his daughter's return. Then at the party, you will convince him to marry you

About how I hadn’t because of an old oath I’d made to Cassandra. And my patience was wearing thin. I set my glass down with a little too much force, letting the sound crack through the room like a warning. "She’s the daughter of the Moonstone Alpha. She’s their rightful Princess. And she’s not going anywhere." Silence settled, thick and tense. Caroline’s lips pressed into a thin line, but she didn’t argue. I could feel Cassandra bristling beside her, words she wanted to say burning on her tongue. I didn’t give her the chance to spit them out.

She demanded that I give up my position as his fiancée. This time, I refused. I rebelled with a fury I had never known. After a massive fight with my parents, I set the curtains on fire, smashed five cars in our garage, and destroyed half the house. In a fit of rage, my father sent me to Macro. "Turn Seraphina into a proper lady—then she won't have to come back. If she fails, she'll never return." My world plunged into darkness. But I wasn't about to give up. I turned my fury on Macro.

"Hello Princess" *****************************************

I opened my door a crack and furrowed my brow seeing Alasse, Luric's valet, standing there. "The prince regent really needs to see you this instant, Miss Roech," he mumbled softly, seeing the large covered lump on my bed. I eyed him with disdain and told him to give me a moment to get ready. He nodded in an ecstatic manner and I closed the door in his face. I decided to skip the shower and snapped my fingers dressing myself in a white lace and floral dress. Why I chose white I hadn't a clue but figured that maybe subconsciously a part of me wanted to please Luric. I brushed my hair and put half up into a braided crown with baby's breath weaved within it. I glanced at the full length mirror a

"This is the Pommel Fly 3000. It drives so smoothly that the driver feels like he is flying." I stare at the little car in disbelief. Does the man really think we can fit into this thing? "And this one." He points to the car next to it. That one is a deep bronze, ripping with power and beauty. "This is the Pommel Ginger, one of our top-of-the-line vehicles." Xavier stares at the Pommel Ginger, examining it carefully. There's not much room in this one either, and it's a convertible. It almost draws too much attention, clearly not for someone who wants to be noticed.

Water sloshed as she clung to the glass, her reflection warping comically. "Solar-powered bubbles," Cassian said, steadying her with a smirk. "Generates energy. The floor? Pure pettiness. My architect thought ‘why walk when you can glide?’" He tapped the glass where a silver carp nuzzled Amara’s distorted reflection. "That’s Bubbles. He’s harmless. Mostly judges your posture." Amara glared at the carp. "He’s smirking." "Robotic fish don’t smirk," Cassian deadpanned. "They lack facial muscles. Unlike Jacques."