:Sneak peek:
Maeve’s pov:
“Princess! Princess you must hurry the king as called for your presence In the throne room!” Nadine my personal maid and only real friend calls to me frantically.
“Nadi how many times have I told you to call me Maeve, hm?” I correct raising my eyebrow pointedly. “Several now come on Mae Mae, you know your father doesn’t like it when you join the sparring sessions.” Nadine scolds me as she drags me into the palace towards the throne room.
“Father mustn’t worry! I can control my magic now better than any fae in the land including my father!” I argue as we approach the throne room. Calling to my magic a gust of wind shoves the doors open.
