"What? Alpha Alexander has a brother? Where is he now? Why is he called the damned prince?"
She looked hopelessly terrified now. "I'm really sorry, Your highness, but we are not allowed to talk about these things. If you'll come with me, we still have the rest of the west wing to cover."
She was shifting on her feet and nervously wringing her fingers together, her face a nervous wreck as she tried and failed to get her s**t together.
I sighed and relented, even though my chest was burning with questions and my stomach was hungry for answers.
She had spiked my curiosity and now more than ever, I found myself really wanting to know more about this prince that seemed to be an unspoken taboo to talk about.
I looked at the door one last time, committing it to memory and went along wi
