Augusta's POV
As General George's daughter, I've always kept my thoughts guarded. But traveling with Barry and Aurora has ignited a curiosity I didn't know I had. I know little about them, except that their paths are deeply entwined with Elizabeth’s. I plan to learn more about her through them.
One sunny afternoon, Steve is snoozing in the tent, Aurora is leaning against a tree, gazing at butterflies fluttering over the lawn, and Barry, a sturdy figure of protection, watches Aurora with a fond smile like a doting father.
I approach the pair, and Aurora makes to stand and greet me, but I stop her with a wave. "No need for formalities," I say. "I have some questions for you."
They share a quick look before Aurora nods. "Of course," she replies, nervously toying with the hem of her skirt.
