Augusta’s POV
"Wait, you silly woman!" Prince Noah’s voice rings out from behind me, "Can’t you see she’s lying just to play with your sympathy—"
Silly woman? Seriously?
I’ve never been spoken to like that. I’m the apple of my father’s eye, and every general practically bows at my feet—even Prince Henry treats me with kid gloves.
I shoot back with a smirk, "Or maybe you're just covering for your i***t brother."
"My brother isn’t an i***t," Noah defends, though he's noticeably out of breath.
This bookworm clearly skipped gym class. I speed up my pace. If he wants to keep up, he better lace up his running shoes.
Grinning to myself, I continue walking. "I heard Prince Edward is a regular at the brothel."
"That doesn’t make him a jerk," Noah counters.
“Really? He’s taking advantage o
