Sylvie Rose: Mea Potentia Ultra
I smiled, “Then please call me Sylvie. No need for formalities.”
Just then a cute woman with black hair in a messy bun bounced up to me, “Are you Luke’s mate?” I chuckled because her smile and bouncy attitude is infectious, “I am. My name is Sylvie. What is yours?” She smiled, “I am Sarah. I am so happy to meet you! I haven’t ever seen a smile that huge on Prince Luke’s face!” Then she turned to the crowd, “Hey! Everyone! This is Prince Luke’s mate, Princess Sylvie!” My face and neck immediately turned bright red at the embarrassment of her announcement. Luke put his arm around me and chuckled as he whispered in my ear, “We are very informal in Hartsel.” I chuckled, “I can tell.”
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