Stating the obvious like she has been her entire life, I fight the urge to roll my eyes at her but I'm overpowered, it's my natural response to her. “Sorry,” I begin. “But this princess was acting like, well, a goddamn spoiled princess.” I tell her, my hand pulling Camilla inside, the doors closely behind us. “Great job raising a total princess Enrique.” I add, my gaze veering to where he seats.

Camilla follows my gaze, her face furrowing with confusion when she sees her father at ...