Elodie’s POV
The invitation arrived three days later. Not that it was really an invitation. Nothing in the palace ever was. If Damon wanted something, it happened. If Damon made a decision, everyone else adjusted. That was how kings worked. Especially kings who had spent most of their lives taking whatever they wanted.
I stared at the ornate invitation resting on my desk while Mira stood nearby pretending to organize my room.
Pretending.
Always pretending. The female was becoming worse at it. Every day her nerves seemed slightly more obvious. Every day she watched me more closely. Every day I became more certain that Nathan had been right.
"What is it?"
Mira glanced toward the invitation.
"The Harvest Ceremony."
I frowned.The kingdom hosted enough celebrations to make my head hurt.
