Leon’s POV
Someone handed me a glass of absinth, my drink of choice over the wine. “Can these f**k festivals get any more boring?” I sighed as my father sat down next to me.
“Since when have you not enjoyed them?” He raised an eyebrow at me as he sat on his throne of females, one of them feeding him grapes off to the side like he was Dionysus. “Ahh. Has the princess caught your attention?”
My face reddened a little at that, her attention in the car to my face still unforgotten. I hated to admit it, but no one had ever called me pretty before, nor looked at me with such deep and soulful eyes. “Perhaps.” I had to admit, knowing it did little to no use to lie. “I was thinking a taste of her would do me some good. She seems more than these usual mutts.”
“It is because you crave power, just
