*Saoirse*

I stared at my reflection in the ornate mirror, fidgeting with the emerald green dress I had been loaned. The fine fabric clung elegantly to my frame, accentuating curves usually hidden beneath my modest village clothes. I felt like an imposter playing dress-up compared to the royalty and nobility typically seen around the palace.

A knock interrupted my fretting. I opened the door to find Prince Rhys. He was devastatingly handsome in a black suit that ...