I’m in class, still slightly buzzed from the abundance of wine I had the night before. Locke sits beside me, watching other fae girls while the lecture goes on. I lean my head on my hand as I watch the time.

Before class can close the door squeaked and pushed open to reveal a young girl. I perked slowly, turning to Locke who shared my same glance. I tilted my chin up as she spoke to the professor before finding a seat in front of me. I raised a brow as I stared at the back of her head. No one dared sit around me. How entitled was this girl to not know I was the prince of Elfhame?

I leaned forward in my seat and murmured from behind her. “Who do you think you are?” I drawled lazily.