The Fae were struck with awe at the sight of their princess. She looked confident, unshakable, regal. But unknown to them, Violet was anything but calm.
Inwardly, she chanted with every step she took. You are a fucking princess. Don't trip. Stare at their fucking faces. This is your night.
Violet was used to being stared at, but usually as the strange human girl with purple hair. Now, having finally found her people, their gazes cut the deepest.
She could see it all in their eyes.
The surprise.
The curiosity.
The judgment.
The half-breed princess who had to prove herself worthy to rule them.
Then the pressure hit her suddenly, constricting around her chest until her breath faltered and her steps nearly did too.
Fingers slid into hers.
Roman.
He must have felt the panic spike because he squeezed her hand firmly, grounding her, then shot her a wink. The simple gesture steadied her instantly. A slow smile curved Violet's lips as her confidence came back in full force.
