Being the Crown Princess of Terrasen was no easy job. At least, that’s what you liked to tell yourself. Your duties truly only consisted of training and listening to the peoples’ complaints, but it was an important role nonetheless.

But today, you got to do something more exciting. At seventeen years old, your parents, the King and Queen of Terrasen, had finally decided you were old enough to sit in on a meeting. This wasn’t any old boring meeting, though. Today, the royal family of Doranelle, another Fae kingdom across the sea, would be arriving in Terrasen to try to form an alliance.

Your maids had dressed you carefully today. Your hair cascaded in graceful waves down your back, your tiara sitting delicately on the crown of your head. Your dress was a deep green, and the bodice was embroidered with gold thread—the colors of Terrasen.

You were standing beside your mother and father’s thrones when they arrived. The King and Queen of Doranelle came first, and behind them, their only son—Prince Rowan Whitethorn.

And the moment you locked eyes with him, you knew—he was your mate.