Emily’s POV
I must look for answers. That mark on the prince’s chest — the exact same birthmark as mine — is no coincidence. I’ve stared at it in the mirror since I was a child, always wondering what it meant. Now, I’ve seen it again… on someone else. A prince, no less. And Ethan, trying to brush it off as a mere tattoo, only deepened my suspicion.
No… I can’t let this go. I need to speak to my parents. Only they can tell me the truth.
I paced back and forth in my room, my fingers nervously tapping against my thighs. The gown I wore still smelled faintly of roses from the party. My hair was loose, falling in soft waves, and my cheeks were flushed from both the excitement and the strange tension that had followed the discovery.
Ethan said it was nothing. But why would he lie?
I grabbed
