David’s POV
It took nearly two days for us to make it back to our Palace in Amsterdam. And my grandfather Fredrick was in a foul mood by the time we did, too.
While I can understand my grandfather’s bad attitude, he has caused this mess himself. I wish he’d stop moaning and groaning about that “damn Belgian b***h!” Tara isn’t actually a Belgian, for one thing. And secondly, if it weren’t for his acceptance of the black market s*x trafficking, and the warehouse he owns where the perfidious auction was hosted in the first place, Queen Luna Tara might never have ended up in Europe at all in the first place.
I remind my grandfather of all this, but that just seems to darken his mood even further. And when I tell him that the Queen Luna would arrive again in a few days to finalize the
