Hazel’s POV
As the three of us made our way to the ball, the air around us buzzed with excitement. Other villagers joined the path, their chatter filling the air with anticipation.
Everyone was dressed in their best, eager for the evening ahead. Lila and I exchanged excited glances as we listened to snippets of conversation floating around us.
“I heard the royal princes might come this year,” one woman whispered to her friend, her voice barely containing her excitement. “It’s their event, after all. They haven’t attended in years, but you never know!”
My heart skipped a beat, then began to pound painfully in my chest. The blood drained from my face as the realisation hit me like a ton of bricks. Alaric and the twins.
Could they be the princes everyone was talking about? The thought
