Mishka POV
Eating with Carter wasn’t at all what I imagined—though to be fair, I hadn’t imagined anything like this world. My brain was still trying to cope with the simple fact that a Prince had apologized to me. It felt like I’d fallen face-first into a fairytale, except, in this version, the fairytale apologized back.
And yet… it didn’t feel flattering.
Now that Carter—and the other two princes—knew who I really was, the apology felt less like royalty bowing to royalty, and more like nobles patting a commoner gently on the head.
Strange. Confusing. Slightly insulting.
My shoes were apparently stitched together from existential crisis and mild irony.
While Carter kept talking, tossing casual questions at me about books, wolves, and if human food actually tasted like water, I kept r
