DJ’s POV
After breakfast, Sergei and Ivan disappeared again. Ivan had more meetings – or damage control as he liked to call it – to do and he was needed in the throne room. And yeah, that sort of blew my mind that I was with someone who had a throne room. Not an office, not a club, not even a business.
But a freaking throne room!
Lucky for me, Nat was the easiest kid in the world to get along with. I asked her what she wanted to do, and she wanted to go see the horses. She loved them and spent the next hour and a half telling me all about them. I’ll be honest: I zoned out most of the time. The information was too much for my small brain to handle, but by the end of it, she had managed to trick me into asking Ivan if she could get lessons. Apparently, she had to wait until she was older,
