Saffron Finds Out

Princess Seffrin’s POV

My uncle is a bad man, of that I am certain. Perhaps our relationship might not have been so sour if I was born a werewolf, but unfortunately for him, I was a human through and through. I shouldn’t have to face such prejudices even though I was human anyway.

Everything I’d done so far, my honorary position on the council, all the progress I’d made on human rights, could be undone if he so wished. And while he hadn’t actually destroyed my progress, his influence over the council had left me little to no true power. I was still a member, but in the eyes of the council, I was just an excuse for them to call themselves “progressive”.

I didn’t know what had happened in the receiving hall yesterday and no one would tell me, but I’d heard whispers around the dens. The rumours made it hard to determine what my uncle had been detained for, but all agreed that he had been thrown into the highest cell in the Tower.