The Hidden Luna Queen (Maeve and Xaden) novel Chapter 41

Chapter 41 

Maeve POV 

I put my glass down as gently as possible. None of the chilled water within spilled over the fancy, gold–encrusted rim, and not a sound was heard as it settled against the table. “Like this?” I asked with a trepid smile. 

Perhaps I got it right this time. 

Luna Queen Leonora had elected to teach me some of the more intricate rules of etiquette in a fine dining atmosphere- more specifically, the topic at hand was how to properly drink from a glass with as much grace and refinement as possible. That meant no slurping, no clinking of the glass at any point against any surface, and even sipping placement was apparently of the utmost importance. According to the queen, when drinking from a glass, one had to take their sips from the same, exact spot every single time to avoid lipstick smears all over the rim. 

So, to help drill the concept into me, she let me borrow some lipstick so I could see where to place my lips 

I had no idea the rules of etiquette could be so thorough.. but I supposed that was why I was here taking these lessons with her in the first place. Only someone with class would be familiar with such intricacies. 

One would think this a pretty simple rule to learn, but to be honest, my mind had been lost elsewhere. 

Hours had passed and the morning had come and gone since I’d had that dream, and as I sat with the queen for my daily lessons, I still could not shake that feeling about everything I’d seen… everything I’d heard. And if I were being even more honest, I was fairly confident that was why it had taken me more than a few tries to learn this rule. 

Those dreams did not feel normal. By all accounts, it should have been impossible for me to hear the same mysterious voice twice over two different nights, even if it was nothing more than just some outlandish figment of my wild imagination. And it unnerved me that my baby was somehow connected to all of it 

Something strange was going on. 

And I had this slowly sinking feeling that it would all unearth itself sooner or later. 

The Luna Queen took a few moments to examine the glass and its placement on the table, leaving me anxiously waiting for her response. It wasn’t long, however, until she straightened back up with a small smile of her own. “It’s flawless,” she declared. “Your glass is impeccably clean and not an inch out of place. Well done.” 

I let out a breath I didn’t realize I had been holding. What a relief… 

“You have been progressing wonderfully, my dear,” she beamed at me, full of pride as we sat together in her parlor. “I can already see a great deal of improvement after only a few days of lessons.” 

I bit my lip, feeling an unfamiliar sense of fulfillment. “Do you really think so?” 

“I certainly do. It is only a matter of time before you become a spectacular Luna Princess that one shall tremble to behold,” she proclaimed with passionate fervor, so much so that even I found myself believing her. “And soon enough, you’ll have the perfect opportunity to put your skills to the test.” 

“I will?” 

She nodded, and the knowing glimmer in her eyes was a little bit nerve–wracking. “In two days, the king and I will be holding a small banquet. Only those in our immediate family will be in attendance, however, so you will have nothing to fear.” 

I tried to maintain as much of my composure as possible, but I couldn’t stop the panic that swelled inside me. I remembered all too well how my last meeting with the family went, and I remembered what some of them thought of me. The Luna Queen might have been convinced of my improvement, but it was very likely I was only able to fool her into thinking so because of how comfortable I was in her presence. 

The others–namely the king–frightened me. I would be nothing but a ball of nerves in front of him. 

Oh no. This is going to be a disaster… 

“You don’t need to worry, Maeve,” the queen said, trying to comfort me. “It’ll only be the family you’ve already met.” 

Chapter 41 

The family I already met. I couldn’t help but wonder if that really meant everyone. 

“Will. Eric be there?” I asked. 

The queen seemed stunned by my question but quickly maintained her stately composure. “If he feels well enough to attend, then I see no reason why he would not,” she replied, though I detected some hesitation. “Although, it entirely depends on him in the end. I hadn’t realized you two had become acquainted already, my dear.” 

So… Eric hadn’t told his mother. I was not sure if that was a testament to any potential lack of relationship, or if he just hadn’t gotten around to it. 

Either way, I thought it best that she knew. 

I fiddled with the hems of my sleeves. “Actually.. I met him yesterday after our lesson.” I admitted. “Why does he…?” 

Luna Queen Leonora sighed. “Look, dear,” she murmured, looking as somber as I had ever seen her, which befuddled me. *life has unfortunately always been a little bit more difficult for Eric than others. For as long as I can remember, he’s struggled with his health and.. different appearance, and his self–image has suffered because of it.” 

“But–there must be something that can be done to help him, isn’t there?” 

“There have been attempts.. but I’m afraid there’s not much that we can do. I’m sorry, Maeve, It’s out of my hands.” 

That rendered me at a loss for words. How could the Luna Queen just give up when it came to her son like that? She seemed to really want to help him, at least from my perspective, but.. she was so headstrong when it came to me. 

I remembered that fire that scorched in her eyes. How she was so insistent for me to accept her offer to train. 

But none of that was there now. 

Why was Eric deemed such a lost cause…? 

Third Person POV 

It was 

is true. 

There was going to be a banquet honoring the latest addition to the beloved royal family of the Werewolf Kingdom. Limited only to the immediate family themselves, to be fair, but still a banquet at the palace nonetheless. 

As a Luna Princess of the firstborn Alpha Prince, Isabelle looked forward to these events more than anything else. There was nothing noteworthy about the standard duties of her station, which was basically little more than glorified volunteer work. 

No–what she thrived on was the attention.