Anthony stood outside the palace and waited for George to find him.
"Anthony!" the voice of the young Cerberus called out. "I have been so worried! Are you alright? The palace is a me—"
"George, listen to me," Anthony began, cutting off the panicked Cerberus. "I need you to go inside and find as much information as you can on the Prince's whereabouts. But you need to hurry. It's an emergency!"
George nodded and ran back into the palace, no questions asked. Anthony was glad for this. He needed to find Alexander's whereabouts before it was too late and knowing George, he would have it all figured out within minutes.
"Am I doing the right thing?" Anthony asked himself out loud. On one hand there was his blood brother, his life. On the other hand was Rose, the young woman he had met les
