“I mentioned that when it’s just the two of us, you can call me Eira, right?” Princess Eira said as she gracefully stepped into the room, her demeanor brightening the dim light of the evening. She moved with an effortless elegance, the fabric of her gown flowing around her like water, and her golden hair cascading over her shoulders as she tucked a loose strand behind her ear. The subtle scent of blooming roses lingered in the air, a reminder of her royal status, yet at this moment, she felt far more approachable.
“I’m sorry, prin—I mean Eira,” I stammered, my cheeks flushing slightly as I watched her settle on my bed with a casual ease that was both strikingly royal and incredibly personal. The contrast of her regal upbringing and the warmth she radiated was bewildering. “Can I ask you s
