Charlotte's POV:
I wake up to a banging on my bedroom door. I walk over.
"What? I can't open the door, so what the hell do you want that requires you to bang on my door at five thirty in the morning?" I shout.
"We have located the prince, he is on his way back now."
"So can you open the door?" I ask.
"No, we have to wait until he is securely inside the palace," the guard says.
I groan and sit down on the floor. I get up after a few minutes and go back to bed.
I wake up again to the bedroom door slamming open. I sit straight up and see a scraggly looking guy who somewhat resembles my husband standing in the doorway. I bound off the bed and straight into his arms.
"Oh my god, your face!" I stare at the cut above his
