In Prince Adam's chambers, Rhynera was helped into her new chambers, the heels of her shoes clicking lightly on the smooth floors as a line of maids bowed in perfect synch, their heads lowered, with their faces unreadable.
Rhynera had always dreamed of this life. The life of a crown princess. Her arm was wrapped delicately around Prince Adam's, her fingers gripping tightly as if holding onto a dream that was finally becoming real.
Behind her, Mia, her handmaid, trailed in silence, her loyal footsteps soft, her eyes darting across every foreign corner of the new place they had entered.
The moment the doors closed behind them, the maids raised their heads and spoke in unison. "Welcome, my lady." Their voices carried no warmth, like they had been trained to.
Rhynera smiled, holding her head high, already picturing her new life. But before she could even reply, Adam gently nudged her fingers off his arm.
