Book 14: The Royal Princess

Soren

Patton limps down the wide, golden hallway somewhere on the fourth floor. He’s dressed in a brand-new tuxedo, something of Jane’s doing, I’m sure, but it fits him like a glove. He checks his watch.

Voices drift through the air and the sun beams onto the pristine, crimson carpet. I catch my reflection in one of the many mirrors along the golden walls and stop to adjust my hair, sweeping the chestnut curls away from my forehead.

The black-on-black tuxedo I’m wearing was Evander’s idea, even though I could be in sweatpants and a T-shirt right now. The electric hum of the crowd gathered around the palace walls reaches the upper levels of the grand house I now call home, but it’s been like this since the earliest hours of the morning when Maeve sent warriors out into the street to proclaim the birth of the princess.

She was, technically, born three days ago, but we’ve had a lot to do since then. Mostly… rest. In fact, Maeve, Fallon, and I ha