Eliza’s POV

“Eliza, we have to go back to the palace.” my brother suddenly ushered me away to the waiting car before I could open my mouth and protest.

"Eliza?” he said, his voice low and urgent. “Get in.”

I frowned, looking up at him. "What's wrong? What's going on?"

But he just shook his head. "Not here. Let's get in the car.”

"Alex, please," I said, trying to keep my voice light. "Tell me what's going on. Is it Father? Is something wrong?"

He finally turned to me, his eyes grave. "We'll talk about it when we return to the palace," he said.

Bernard sat beside me, and we...