Max walked through the castle hallways trying to convince himself that he was completely calm.
But it wasn't working.
He took a deep breath while adjusting the sleeve of the white shirt Sophie had specially made for him for the fifth time.
'It's just a romantic dinner.'
Alone.
In the princess's room.
At night.
With the woman he was completely in love with.
'Dear God.'
Max ran a hand through his still damp hair, trying to maintain some dignity as he walked through the long castle corridors.
He was probably wearing the best clothes he had ever worn in his life.
Elegant white shirt.
Fitted black pants.
Clean boots for the first time in weeks.
Formal.
But not too formal.
Sophie had said something like:
"We want you to look attractive, not like a noble trying to pay taxes."
And honestly, Max completely trusted Sophie's fashion judgment.
Though that didn't help with the nerves.
Because he was still heading toward Elanor's room.
