Growing up in fae kingdom Voslon, with cruel foster parents, led you to be mischievous and tricky growing up. But now that obedience had been properly beat into you, you mostly stayed clear of trouble.

That's why you didn't understand why the imperial guards had dragged you out of your home to the castle. You realized something was truly wrong when you were lined up with fifty other girls that looked similar to you, with an audience consisting of the Queen of Voslon, and someone else.

King Maverick, the young and surly ruler of the neighboring kingdom Shlathe. His tale was tragic. The Oracle sought him out and told him his fated mate was the princess of Voslon.

He spoke to the Queen and realized that his princess was long gone, having been stolen as an infant. Since then he's often in this Kingdom rather than his, searching tirelessly for his fated mate, his one true love.

And now his cold gaze was scanning over us. He takes a sharp breath and announces "Thank you all for gathering. You are here because The Oracle saw another...vision." His jaw ticks from emotion "She says my mate is still alive...and in Voslon."

There was a commotion as girls chittered excitedly. One of us was his mate. "Settle." The King commands. "The Oracle gave me a description of her..." he trailed off wistfully. "..and stated that I would be able to feel her through the bond. That means one of you is...is my..." His voice chokes with emotion. "Please remain patient while this process begins."

An hour passes, and he's still examining the other side of girls. The Queens calls him, so he walks past you to approach her. But he whirls around so fast it startles the girls around you. "I can smell her" he murmurs, seemingly agonized by this revelation.

He stalks over, and you keep your head down. He approaches the girl right next to you and that's when you realize his attention is on you.

"You.." he whispers accusatorialy. He glanced at the Queen. "Can..this really be? Please tell me your name." He whispers, sounding agonized.