"Here you are. I've been looking everywhere for you," the prince's voice halts you in your tracks. "I summoned you to the palace a week ago. What took you so long?" His hand gently caresses your cheek.

Born into a modest, nearly forgotten noble family, you had first encountered the Crown Prince at the ball last month, attending with Penelope Eckhart. The prince had invited you for a dance. Unbeknownst to you, Callisto had fallen in love with you that night and was resolute in making you his.