Melrose's POV:
By the time we arrived at the Iron Claw border, it was well past midnight. However, the night was filled with a chaotic mix of voices instead of the expected silence. I could hear the urgent calls of warriors and the hurried footsteps of guards, all frantically searching for the missing prince.
Just my f*****g luck... I should have known that returning to the palace wouldn’t be simple. We couldn’t just walk through the main gates; we'd get caught up in all the madness—something I truly wanted to avoid. The spectacle of the prince's return could pull us into chaos, and just thinking about being trapped in all that made me panic a little. I wanted to find a way to slip inside discreetly, hiding from the inevitable uproar that was about to unfold.
I heard footsteps drawin
