Maeve
I wake up way too early the following day. And it takes me a minute to figure out where I am. But when the dim light of the rising sun hits me through the stained glass at the top of the window and the colors dance over the carpet, it clicks.
The palace. I’m at the palace because I proposed a deal to the prince. Pretend to be his mate, fake a bond, and get him a title. Get me my master's degree and not be around the people that hate me 24/7.
Uff. The feeling of dread hits my stomach like a ton of bricks. What the hell am I supposed to do now? I unpacked yesterday, and when one of the maids, Marina, came to bring me some food, I was happy to just stay in my gorgeous room.
But I didn’t give any thought to what I would do today, what a daily routine would look like, and when we map
