Page 79 of Matched with the Grumpy Secret Prince

“This is Sophie,” he says, his tone firm but warm. “She’s with me.”

It’s not just an introduction.

It’s a statement.

A declaration.

And just like that, the committee bows slightly—not to me, but as a sign of respect for him and his choice.

Oh, wow.

We're led toward the waiting convoy before I can process the moment.

Graham guides me to one of the sleek black cars, holding the door open before I slide in.

As the convoy pulls out of the airport, my nerves settle slightly—until I look out the window.

Because the streets are lined with people.

Not in chaos. Not in frenzy.

But in welcome.

Some wave small Alverian flags, others hold banners with the royal crest, and even though it’s nothing compared to an official parade, it’s clear—Graham’s return means something.

He sees it, too, his jaw tightening slightly, his fingers tapping against his knee.

I reach for his hand without thinking, lacing my fingers with his.

He glances at me, his expression softer now. Grateful.

“Still think you need a rule book?” he teases lightly.

I huff a breathless laugh, shaking my head. “No. But I might need a drink.”

He chuckles, squeezing my hand as we approach the castle gates.

And just like that, I know—this is just the beginning.

The castle is breathtaking.

I knew it would be, but nothing could have prepared me for its sheer grandeur. The towering stone walls, the intricate gold detailing along the entrance, and the sprawling gardens that seem to stretch for miles.

The moment we pass through the gates, I feel like I’ve stepped into another world—one where history, power, and legacy live within these walls.

But despite all of that, Graham is calm. Unshaken. Like he belongs here, even after all these years of staying away.

We’re escorted through the grand halls, past massive oil paintings and high-arched ceilings, the soft glow of chandeliers illuminating the corridors.

“The King and Queen requested dinner later tonight,” one of the attendants informs us as they guide us toward the private wing. “You’ll have some time to settle in first.”

Graham nods, his fingers brushing over mine as we follow them deeper into the castle.

Finally, we stop at a pair of double doors. The attendant bows slightly before opening them, revealing what I assume are Graham’s private quarters.

The second we step inside, the doors shut behind us, leaving us alone.

And suddenly—I can breathe again.

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