Kira’s POV
I was in no way ready for the scene in front of us.
The gates creaked open like they were announcing the season finale of the trashiest reality show ever, and there it was pure chaos on full display.
Caroline…Adrian’s mistress was for some reason flat on her back in the middle of the courtyard, dress hiked up, hair looking like she’d been dragged through a hedge backwards. In her arms was a screaming little boy, kicking and howling like someone had stolen his candy and his puppy at the same time.
A full audience had already assembled. Council elders in their fancy attires, guards pretending they weren’t loving every second, servants peeking from doorways, and…of course…Lady Margaret front-row center, arms folded, lips pursed in that signature “I smell scandal and I’m here fo
