PRINCE GEORGE — POINT OF VIEW
Sleep never came.
Not even after the moon rose high, or when the palace fell into that eerie hush that usually brings a kind of peace. I paced in my chambers like a ghost in my own home, haunted by thoughts I could not silence in my head .
“The letter,” I finally said aloud, turning to my royal guard who stood faithfully by the balcony doors. “She read it, didn’t she?”
He hesitated. “Yes, Your Highness. I sent one of the maids to try and retrieve it before she opened it… but we were too late.”
A sharp pang pierced through me. “I should have taken it from her myself. I should have —”
“Maybe it is better this way,” the guard interrupted gently. “Maybe the Princess knowing the truth will save her from a future she was never meant to suffer.”
I slump
