GREGOR POV

She walked in like she owned the bloody kingdom.

Diamond earrings glinting, neckline gown sharp enough to bankrupt half the noble houses, the Berlin or Berjin bag-whatever-the-name dangling from her arm like it was forged in Olympus. And yes—the iWatch. Don’t ask me why a supposedly ancient royal princess had the latest tech strapped to her wrist like she was timing a CrossFit class, but here we were. Sugar trailed behind her in her prim P.A uniform, looking like she was two ...