THIRD PERSON POV
Look at her, Isabelle thought with a scoff. Daring to enjoy herself.
The afternoon of the banquet had come and, as a prettily-dressed Maeve mingled with Xaden and Charlotte on the far end of the banquet hall, engaging in private, light conversation with one another, the dubious first Luna Princess observed from a distance. Delicately sipping at the glass of wine in her hand, she felt a familiar rage swell inside her, remembering the outcomes of their last encounters.
Maeve having the audacity to insult her in front of the royal family at the last banquet.
And then days ago in the hallway, when she dared to ignore a potential summons from the king himself.
She couldn’t stand how self-important Maeve thought herself to be. There was no right for her to talk back agai
