The Hidden Luna Queen 2

Maggie helped me pull up a number to call. My fingers trembled as I pressed the buttons, second-guessing all of my life decisions. The line rang only for a few moments before the other side finally answered." Hello?" My heart pounded. There was no turning back now. "Prin-Charlotte? It's me, Maeve... I hope I didn't catch you at a bad time."

"Of course! I'd recognize your voice anywhere," she chirped sweetly." What gives me the pleasure of the sudden call?”

Was this really alright for me to bother the princess with? It was completely ridiculous in hindsight and most definitely not worth calling someone as busy as Charlotte for, but I had no idea what I was doing. I needed professional advice, and she was the only one I thought to go to.

"I-I have a slight problem," I admitted, "and it's something only you can help me with. Xaden is taking me out for our first date and I need as much advice as you can offer. Please... tell me anything you know about makeup." Xaden POV

I did it.

I asked Maeve out on a date-no guards, no chaperones, and absolutely no interruptions. Just the two of us on a proper outing like an ordinary couple. I couldn't believe that it had taken so long for me to do so.

But here I was, waiting in the grand foyer as she finished getting herself ready. Her request for a more low-key sort of date had thrown me somewhat off my game. The moment I decided to do this for her, I immediately began planning the whole date from beginning to end in my mind.

It was going to be perfect.

First, it would have been her choice to visit a prestigious art gallery or catch a show at a concert hall. Then, dinner reservations at L'Ambiance, the most romantic five-star restaurant in the capital, where we would have tasted a little bit of everything and shared dessert. And to finish, a private showing of the Luna Queen's beloved butterfly garden, which was only open one season out of the year, and only the most exclusive, esteemed guests were allowed entry.

I was going to spoil Maeve and show her just how she deserved to be treated.

But then she came up with her own ideas... and they were the complete opposite of what I had planned.

So here I was, wearing a simple button-up shirt, sleeves rolled up, and an ordinary pair of trousers like I was a mere commoner.

Well... as close to dressing like a commoner as I could get. I never needed to keep such attire in my closet before, so it was admittedly quite a struggle to come up with some semblance of an outfit that would draw as little attention as possible. But this was what she'd wanted... and I couldn't begin to fathom denying the sparkle in her eyes when she voiced the idea aloud, so I was determined to do what I could to please her.

I don't know why I'm overthinking this... it's not like I'm meeting her for the first time.

Although, now that I thought about it, I supposed I was in some sort of way.

Before this, I had somehow taken her presence for granted. On that first night, the rest of our lives together had begun. She was mine and it was as simple as that. Everything else would fall into place just as easily, I figured.

But after that incident with the spice yesterday, I realized that there should be more to our relationship than just acknowledging and securing our future together. That was not good enough anymore, and it was time for me to turn my words into actions. I wanted to savor the time I had with her.

Especially after discovering that I might actually I-

"Oh-I'm so sorry for taking so long!" Her soft, delicate voice floated down the hall as dainty footsteps hurriedly rushed toward me.

Chuckling, I turned to face her and was fully prepared to offer some sort of reassurance, but any words I had planned to say stalled in my throat the moment I laid eyes upon her.

Like something out of a dream, Maeve ran towards me, wearing a romantic sage-green sundress with a heart-shaped neckline that swept off her shoulders and puffed sleeves up to her elbows. The skirt flowed beautifully and gracefully around her knees with every step, making her look like an angel bounding through heaven's meadows. Her long, black hair draped over her clavicle in loose, bouncing waves, much unlike her normally straight hair.

And as she got closer, I noticed something different about her face. The freckles I loved to look at were hidden underneath a thin layer of powder- just barely enough to tone them down a bit, and her black eyelashes and pink lips seemed more pronounced than ever, yet still subtle enough to look natural.Content © copyrighted by NôvelDrama.Org.

She... did all this for our date...

"Th-The makeup took longer than I expected..." she stammered breathlessly once she stopped, her gaze darted around before settling on me in all their blue brilliance. Suddenly, I was paralyzed. "Did you wait long...?"

"You..." I murmured, faltering as I struggled with the words, "you look like nothing I've ever seen before." As she blushed, I straightened myself. "You must be my date. I am... utterly enchanted to meet you," I said, pulling her hand to my lips so I could press a soft kiss against her knuckles.

Her brow creased with confusion, making for an adorable sight. "... Yes," she answered slowly, despite the growing upturn of her rose-tinted lips as she whispered a confused: "What's going on?"

Fully intending to stay in character, I feigned innocence. "I'm afraid I'm not sure what you mean. I'm just an ordinary man who wants to experience a simple, quiet day out with his beautiful companion," I answered gently. "You may call me Xaden."

Her eyes lit up with understanding as she dipped her head in a pretend greeting. "Nice to meet you, Xaden," she said, giggling. "I'm Maeve."

The sound made my heart skip a beat. I wanted to hear more.

"If you're ready, I have great plans for us today." I gestured towards the front door. "Do you trust me?"

Maeve smiled, shy but filled with promise. "Yes, I do."

Maeve POV

"A grocery store?" I turned to Xaden, surprised. "We're buying food?"