London
For the first time in my life, I wasn't royalty.
Well, technically, I still was. My last name still carried weight,
my bloodline was still traced back through generations of kings
and queens, and my face was still recognizable in every high-
society circle that hadn't completely crumbled during the war.
But the world had changed.
And that meant everything we once were?
It didn't matter anymore.
I leaned back against the plush leather seat of the Rolls-Royce
as it weaved through the streets of Geneva. The driver, a former
palace employee who somehow still insisted on calling me Your
Highness, didn't seem to notice the way Paris kept rolling her
eyes at every turn.