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Fiona’s POV I stand nervously in front of the door, my fingers tapping a staccato rhythm against my thigh. I try to keep my breath steady, but the anticipation tightens my chest. Queen Mother is due to arrive any minute now, and I can't help but fidget, unsure of what to expect from her. Micah stands beside me, an amused glance flickering in his eyes. He doesn't say anything, but his lips curve into a knowing smile. I feel a rush of heat creep up my cheeks and quickly avert my gaze, trying not to think about the night he stayed with me. When I woke up, he was already gone, almost as if he knew that his presence would make me more nervous and I was grateful for that; it gave me time to compose myself. Now, here we both are, waiting for the Queen Mother. Soon, a sleek black limo pulls