Again Prince Harad's POV
Herod and Walter stormed into the sitting room like two roaring lions.
Their faces don't bode well. When they see Shiri, who is almost sitting on my lap, they walk towards her menacingly.
“Did you organize all of this, woman?” my brother growled in her face. “We were in the VIP room, how did the photographers know exactly where to be?”
As I cast my gaze backward, I see the other two sisters guiltily watching from a distance, he has probably also scolded them. There has to be some foul play involved in all of this.
Shiri rises confidently and fearlessly locks her gaze with Walter's.
“Chief Warrior, may I remind you that the Princes are persons of high public interest and their mere presence turns heads wherever they go?” she reasoned. “The possibilities of ho
