The receiving room was packed when Cahir walked in. He scanned the group—at least a dozen young women from important packs, all wearing expensive dresses and displaying carefully practiced looks of sweet interest.
Luna Maria occupied the place of honor on the right side of the room, embodying the perfect royal. Xandar lounged on the left side, charming several of the ladies with his conversation.
And there, in the seat right next to where Cahir would sit, was Allison.
Her blonde hair gleamed, her peach dress accentuating her hazel eyes. She beamed at him—warm, welcoming, everything a future queen should be.
Cahir felt nothing at all.
"My King!" Maria rose with grace, the other women mimicking her movement. "We're so thrilled you're here."
"Mother." Cahir nodded, then ad
