Maeve POV
As if she read my mind, Princess Charlotte approached me, twiddling with her fingers. “I was hoping we could sit together for a while… I had something I wanted to talk to you about,” she revealed. “Is that alright?”
I blinked, admittedly feeling a bit dumbfounded. The last time I saw her, we seemed to leave things on a good note. What could she possibly have to say to me?
Xaden glanced between us, seeming to take my befuddled silence instead for exhaustion. “Ah, Charlotte,” he interjected with a polite smile, “Maeve has spent much of the morning at the palace training and bonding with Mother. I’m concerned she might be too fatigued for additional company this afternoon.”
Internally, I began to panic. Although I appreciated his intervention on my behalf, I didn’t want her to t
