Victoria retreated with a flinch, pulling behind her husband. “Dear, do something,” she panicked. “Our daughter!”
Sweat gathered on Father's forehead as he hesitated, stuck in an internal battle with himself. Still, he managed to find some shred of courage and knelt before the prince with his head bowed low.
Soft gasps echoed in the banquet hall.
“Alpha Burton?”
“We… take full responsibility for the poor countenance of our daughter Sarah,” he admitted, and I couldn’t believe those words even existed in his vocabulary. “As her parents, we failed to discipline her properly and allowed her personal feelings for Maeve to spiral completely out of control. But, we beg you… show some leniency.”
“Please,” Victoria pleaded, following Father’s lead. “It’s her birthday, Your Highness. Show com
