Abbie's POV

It was late afternoon, and we were finally preparing for King Arturo's party. My mom and queen Elena left last night, leaving me feeling empty again. I just met them, and I already miss them so much.

I placed the last of my mascara on, sighing nervously. I've never been to a royal party before, so I can't help feeling the anxiety rise in me.

"You look so beautiful, Abbie!" my best friend, Marissa, says as she walks up the stairs to my room and sees me staring ...