Poppy’s POV

“Father?” I greeted as I stepped into the royal suite in the area. Percy and my guard detail were loosely following me, maintaining a distance so I didn’t feel too crowded. The pit fights were beginning and my father was sitting on a throne-like pedestal adorned with cushions and fine linens.

While I had become good acquaintances with the arena owner, my father rarely spent his time at the fights. Always too much to do. So when the fighters had ...