Maeve POV
“Your Highness,” the room collectively murmured with a bow.
Prince Xaden.
The crowds dispersed as he strode into the room with authority, and the ground beneath me crumbled.
My one-night-stand is Prince Xaden.
Seeing him once more in the flesh, without the haziness of a drug-induced heat, made my scared, lonely heart skip a beat. His dark, lustrous hair dangled nicely in his roguishly handsome face and he stood tall and proud, looking every bit like the daring and confident Alpha Prince he was. He truly was the vision I remembered him to be and more.
And then—like something out of a fairytale—our eyes met across the banquet hall.
Panicked, I quickly tore my gaze away and lowered my head.
We might’ve shared a wonderful, fantastical night together, but I needed to face
