Prince Hary's POV
As the door clicked shut behind MaryJane, the silence in the room felt charged, almost humming with the remnants of her presence. My mother, Queen Luna, sat in her usual regal pose, eyes fixated on the door as if still watching MaryJane walk away. She sighed, a mixture of admiration and frustration etched in her sharp features.
"She’s…impressive," she said softly, turning her eyes toward me.
"Yes," I agreed, though there was a weight in my chest. "She shows qualities of a true leader. Strong, determined, fearless."
Mother's expression hardened as she placed her hands delicately on the armrests of her throne. "Fearless, yes. But that's the problem, isn't it? MaryJane's unpredictability is a double-edged sword. She barely obeys orders and doesn’t fear authority—not even
