The Hidden Princess At All-Boys Alpha Academy

Chapter 0389

My eyes are fastened on the door the entire time it's closed. Even when Rafe tries to pull me away I hastily shove him, not caring who sees.

Anxious as hell, I send shout after shout down the line of my bond with Luca, trying to figure out what's happening, what he's feeling, what on earth my father is saying to him right now.

But there's nothing coming back - our bond is completely sealed off. Banging against it is like pounding on a concrete wall - I'm not sure that Luca even feels the echo.

Still, as desperate as I am to know what the hell is going on? Not a part of me even thinks about interrupting.

Because when my dad is mad?

do not

- whatever angry conversation he just had with Luca definitely put him in the right mood to intimidate our foes. But my mouth falls

actually grey. He doesn't look up - not at me, not at anyone - just walks hastily to Ben's side at

end of the room opens. I ignore him, my eyes

in his voice breaks me out of it. I snap my head

a job to do today as the Nation's Princess. So I square my shoulders and exhale a long breath

immediately distracted by the men who march into the other side of the room and begin take their places seats before us, some sitting and some standing, as we are. All of the Atalaxians march with military precision, dressed in black uniforms - I guess neither of us are very creative there - and looking entirely like a unit. I take a moment to look around at our own more heterogeneous gathering of people, deciding that I like it more. Not only do we have women and people of many ages represented, but there are

moment my father took the throne. I raise my chin, proud of that, proud of the group of people we've mustered here to meet the Atalaxians, who value

the people who stand directly across from us, likewise taking the place of pride. An older man is clearly their leader. He wears no crown, but instead an impressive number of medals across his chest that mark him as a senior member of their military. The young man standing next to him, however - slowly studying us with stunning sapphire-blue eyes - wears a crown - just a thin

for a moment, and then smirks, a derisive laugh pulsing quickly through him. My eyes narrow just slightly, but that's the only reaction I let him have. I hold his gaze for a moment and then move on as the last of the

moment, and then look between this young man and the Prince next to whom he stands. God, they could be brothers, couldn't they? But this one