Augusta’s POV
After a sleepless night, we arrive at the iron gates.
"What’s your request, my lady?" the guard steps forward and gives us a suspicious look.
"I am Augusta, daughter of General George," I reply with a nod. "I need to see His Majesty urgently."
"Please hold on," he says, before consulting his superior. He returns shortly, an apologetic smile stretched across his face. "Sorry, Lady Augusta, but His Majesty is currently at breakfast with Prince Henry and isn’t seeing anyone right now."
"With Prince Henry?" I gasp, a chill running through me. This isn't good news. If Prince Henry is already in White City, his control is likely suffocating the place.
"Breakfast?” Celeste releases a heartbreaking, bitter laugh. “My entire pack was slaughtered by Prince Henry’s men, and you te
