GREGOR POV
She walked in like she owned the bloody kingdom.
Diamond earrings glinting, neckline gown sharp enough to bankrupt half the noble houses, the Berlin or Berjin bag-whatever-the-name dangling from her arm like it was forged in Olympus. And yes—the iWatch. Don’t ask me why a supposedly ancient royal princess had the latest tech strapped to her wrist like she was timing a CrossFit class, but here we were. Sugar trailed behind her in her prim P.A uniform, looking like she was two seconds away from filing an HR complaint about all this nonsense, while Prince Leon… oh, he was thriving. The smug bastard had tailored his suit perfectly, walking beside her like a man who was very much “in love,” while I knew damn well the only thing they were actually in love with was confusing the hell
