Cayden POV
To say I’m nervous would be a gross understatement. I have to remind myself constantly that I’m holding her hand as not to crush it in my grip. Everyone chatted excitedly on the plane and I smiled and engaged a bit but I’m too nervous. Amala even offered to help me relax, you know, but I turned her down. They’re going to hate me. This is one of the three main reasons I never attempted to go back home, I knew I’d be met with scowls and whispers. You can’t just disappear for a century and expect to be welcomed home like nothing happened. They know what happened with mom, not with me afterward but that’s beside the point.
“Welcome home your highness, your majesty” Levi says as the car pulls up to the front door. I glance outside and see the usual welcoming party, the family a few
