"We'll balance it," Luna Mara assured him. "Enough of her natural scent to be attractive, with enough herbal masking to blur the royal markers."
Two hours later, I hardly recognised myself in the mirror. Luna Mara had dressed me in a simple but elegant deep blue dress that hugged my figure without being inappropriately revealing. My hair was pulled back in a softer style than my usual severe bun, with a few artfully arranged tendrils framing my face. The effect was striking without being obviously royal—a servant girl with unexpected beauty that might indeed catch an Alpha heir's eye.
"Perfect," Luna Mara declared, adjusting the final touches. "Beautiful enough to turn heads, but not so transformed that Marc will suspect deception."
"What about this?" I asked, touching the pouch contain
