?Chapter 64:


    Makenna’s POV:


    I thoroughly enjoyed the meal and polished off everything in the bowl. Since arriving in this dreadful ce, I had lived with constant unease, but this meal was the most satisfying I’d had since I’d been here.


    After we both finished, yton stood up, seemingly ready to clean the table. Startled, I quickly got to my feet and stopped him. “I’ll take care of it. Please, have a seat on the sofa, Your Highness.”


    It was my house, after all. He was the guest, and it was my duty to show hospitality. Besides, he had cooked for me—I couldn’t possibly let him clean up, too.


    But yton didn’t sit down. ncing at the darkening sky outside, he smiled and said, “It’s gettingte. I should head back.”


    He turned to leave, and an unexpected pang of reluctance struck me.


    I had initially assumed yton was like the other two princes, driven by his sexual needs. After all, he had once lost control around me before. But tonight, I realized he was entirely different.


    I walked him to the door, trying to hide my mixed emotions. As he was about to step out, a sudden thought crossed my mind, and I spoke before I could stop myself.


    “Your Highness,” I asked, my voice tinged with unanticipated hope. “Will you attend the banquet at the pce in a few days?”


    yton paused, looking momentarily surprised, as if the event had slipped his mind. Then he smiled warmly and nodded. “Yes, I’ll be there.”


    With that, he bid me farewell and left.


    The joy that had been quietly simmering in my heart finally bubbled over.


    Even as Iy in bed that night, I couldn’t stop reying the evening in my mind. I covered my face with my hands, giggling softly. The conversation we’d shared seemed so ordinary, yet it felt as though he’d made an unspoken promise before he left. And he had even cooked for me.


    The thought filled me with a happiness I hadn’t felt in a long time.


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    With these thoughts swirling in my head, I gradually drifted off to sleep. That night, I slept soundly for the first time in ages.


    The next morning, I woke up feeling refreshed and full of energy. On my way to training, I spotted Alice and waved at her with a bright smile.


    “Good morning, Alice!”


    But Alice gave me a curious look, as if something was amiss. I instinctively touched my face and asked, “What’s wrong? Do I have something on my face? Why are you looking at me like that?”


    Alice shook her head, still looking skeptical. “You seem to be in an excellent mood today.”


    I blinked, a bit taken aback. “Do I?”


    She nodded, her expression still puzzled. “Before today, you always looked like you were ready to go into battle, and you rarely smiled. Did something good happen?”


    Something good?


    I felt a blush creeping up as I thought about the previous evening with yton and how I’d tossed and turned in bed reying every moment.


    It was something good, indeed.


    But I couldn’t let her catch on, so I quickly brushed it off. “Nah! I’m always like this. You must be mistaken.”


    Alice studied my face, clearly unconvinced, so I hurriedly changed the subject. “Anyway, ss is about to start. Let’s get in and get ready, or Hayley will scold us.”


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