The Hidden Luna Queen 2

Maeve POV

"Here are the last of the deliveries, Miss Maeve," Maggie said, smoothing out the dresses as they lay flat across the bed. "I have to admit, those pretentious boutique workers made good work ensuring everything was wrapped carefully and delicately." That's only because they knew it was a shipment for Xaden, I wanted to say.

Instead, I bit my cheek. There was nothing to be gained from grumbling. Besides, this was Xaden's gift to me... and that, alone, filled me up with joy.

True to his word, everything I had tried on from this morning's shopping trip in the capital was delivered to our doorstep in pristine condition, enclosed in the loveliest boxes and tied with the largest ribbons and bows.NôvelDrama.Org owns all © content.

Unpacking everything was a feat in and of itself, but Maggie seemed to find pleasure in revealing the clothes as if they were ancient fossils to be dug up. Visit Job n 1 b .com to read the complete chapters for free. With her infectious excitement, we unearthed everything in what felt like record time, left with a pile of discarded boxes in the corner of the room.

And here we were, with the dresses sprawled across the bed. Each one was more exquisite than anything I'd ever seen at home.

A slightly sweaty Maggie stared proudly at our handy work. "Prince Xaden indeed made a wise decision to save such beautiful attire for you."

"They really are stunning," I admitted, glossing over the bed with wide eyes.

And they're all for me?

Evidently, I had a lot to live up to if everyone believed I needed such a collection.

"All for his Luna. But these clothes won't put themselves away," Maggie announced, swinging open the grand wardrobe. "Let us get started."

Several servants entered the room, assisting the two of us as we tediously and carefully organized the wardrobe to accustom every new article of clothing to that of Xaden's. We were quick to learn where some dresses fit and others didn't... that some colors clashed horribly with others... but we overcame those hurdles without issue.

It took some time, but once we were finished, it looked like a work of art. I couldn't help but admire all of our hard work. Seeing my clothes mixed together with Xaden's... it made the reality of my situation finally start to sink in.

I really was going to live with him from now on. The thought made my heart race.

We were going to be a family. A real, loving family.

All of a sudden, I felt someone press a kiss against my cheek. Surprised,

I whirled around and was met with Xaden's face.

"You're back," I said with a smile.

He nodded, smiling back, but some distance in his eyes concerned me. "Is everything alright?"

"... Maggie told me about what happened after I left," he revealed.

"Oh," I paused, downcasting my eyes. "Yes, she did say she would do that."

He sighed. "I cannot believe the nerve of your father," he grumbled. "And after that little groveling display he made at that party. I should have known it was all talk-though, I'm sure it didn't take much to sway him either way." I averted my eyes. "That's how it's always been," I said softly. "I'm used to it."

"It's all in the past now," he declared fervently, grabbing my hands and gently caressing my knuckles. "You don't ever have to see your lecherous sister or father again if that's what you want."

"I don't know if that's possible."

"And why wouldn't it be?"

I bit my lip. "I have to return to Moonstone to pick up some belongings," I admitted.

"Are they items you desperately need?"

I nodded adamantly. "I left a necklace in my room... it's one of my most cherished possessions. I need it back."

He gazed at me, determination straightening his features. "I'll go with you."

That made me hesitate. His presence would undoubtedly be a comfort as I ventured into that unwelcoming, hostile territory, but I couldn't help but feel that it also might complicate things with my family. "I can-" "Please, don't fight me on this," he urged. "I'm not letting you go alone." His unwavering sober expression prompted me to say yes.

And the subsequent relief that overwhelmed his face was a surprise to see. His disdain for Sarah and the rest of my family was not a secret, but I got the hint that there was something else going on.

"You seem tense..." I murmured. "Did something else happen?"

He let out a breath. "I was able to find the vendor who sold those drinks from that night. Those Ylang shots," he muttered, bristling with growing agitation, and hearing that name again made me sick, “are a plague on our society." "What are you going to do...?"

"Ban them, if possible. But chances are I'll only be able to go as far as to restrict its sale. It's supposed to be used recreationally for consenting couples,” he said, rubbing the back of his neck, “but it's being used more and more to target unsuspecting women." That was supposed to be used between couples?

I remembered how I felt under the control of that drug-all helpless and desperate for relief, not caring who came my way... I wanted to throw myself at any man who even looked my way. That was a feeling I never wanted to experience again. And I didn't want anyone else to ever have to undergo what I went through.

Tersely, I nodded. If anyone could ban those shots, it was Xaden.

But there was one thing that I couldn't wrap my mind around, no matter how much I tried. When Sarah gave me that drink, she knew what it was, what it would do. She watched with malicious pleasure as the Ylang slowly took hold of my mind and my body. How on earth did my little sister know about such a drink?