"You don't have to worry about that," I said, keeping my voice steady and calm. "And Nia didn't look like she was bothered either. If anything, she might see this as Princess Myrcella's way of saying, 'No hard feelings, no matter who wins.' Sure, it's possible the Princess is trying to provoke her, but I seriously doubt it."
"Well, that's a relief, I guess. I'm glad for that."
Johanne's lips curled into one of those infuriatingly perfect smiles, the kind that seemed to glimmer in the light and was so goddamn charming it had me blushing. Yeah, blushing. It was insane how good-looking Johanne was, even when I knew—knew—she was a woman under all that. My mind wandered for a second, picturing her as her true self. Would those chiseled features soften? Would her smile still be this disarming? Most likely, yeah.
"Now I get why those two princesses fell for you, Leon," she said, her voice warm. "You're a good guy."
