All Chapters of The Alpha Prince's Personal Maid : Chapter 61 - Chapter 65

Belle's POV Belle walks through the grand halls of the Nevros palace with her head held high, though the fresh claiming mark on her neck burns under every curious stare. The bite is impossible to hide, even beneath the high collar of the deep emerald gown Dorian insisted she wear tonight. Two days have passed since he marked her, and the bond still hums warmly beneath her skin, a constant reminder of his possessiveness.Whispers follow her from every corner."Did you see the mark? Prince Dorian finally claimed the little maid.""Bold of him to mark an outsider so publicly.""She must have seduced him with those hybrid senses, they say."Belle's jaw tightens but she keeps walking, she doesn't need to let every little comment get to her anymore, because in the end, Dorian already chose her. The nobles of Nevros cluster in small groups near the banquet entrance, their jeweled gowns glittering under crystal chandeliers. Their gossip is vicious yet predictable-- something similar she ha

Belle's POV Belle stands beside Dorian in the hall room of Moonveil Palace, the crystal chandeliers casting golden light across several nobles gathered for the royal meeting. The claiming mark on her neck feels like a beacon tonight, exposed by the elegant off-shoulder gown Dorian chose for her. Days have passed since their return, yet the court's hasn't reduced one bit. She can still feel every stare. Every whispered judgment.The air grows thick when the cluster of high-ranking nobles settle down. The nobles had called for this meeting, trying to get Dorian to reject the mating mark on Belle. But instead of hiding her away, Dorian arrived with Belle beside him, his hand firmly wrapped around hers--a silent warning to everyone present that he was not ashamed of his chosen mate.Knight Harlan, head of the eastern houses, speaks first, his voice carrying just loud enough for nearby ears."A maid turned mate," he sneers, eyes raking over Belle with open disdain. "The prince must be

Belle's POV Belle sits beside Dorian at the royal dinner table, the grand hall still buzzing with the aftermath of the selection banquet. The air feels heavier tonight, thick with unspoken threats and lingering gossip. Candles flicker across crystal glasses and silver plates as servants move silently between guests. Her nerves remain on edge after what she overheard in the servants' corridor. The poisoned wine. The maid. The plot to remove her first.When the footman approaches their section of the high table with a fresh decanter of deep red wine, Belle's instincts blare an alarm. The same nervous maid from earlier lingers behind him, eyes darting too quickly. The wine poured into Dorian's goblet looks normal, but something about its scent feels wrong--bitter underneath the rich ancient wine. Dorian reaches for the goblet, distracted by conversation with a general on his left. Without thinking, Belle moves faster. She picks up the goblet first, pretending to examine the vinta