Cara’s POV
“I come here to this hospital, to your pack, not as a princess, but as a mother,” I say to the group of angry nurses and staff.
A small crowd of between fifteen and twenty people stand before me, circled around. They had been mocking me, chastising me for my arrogance and royal lineage. They say I’ve grown cold and that I’ve forgotten where I came from.
“I make no apologies for my status,” I say, looking each of them in the eye, showing no fear or ill intent, just firm determination. “It’s true—I am a princess now and I cannot deny that.”
Some of the group mumbles to one another, whispering that I’m just rubbing it in their faces now.
“However,” I say with a smile, “I hold no royal status in your territory. I have never requested special care or accommodations for my family
