Damien stared at him, incredulous. "So… you… my father… sit and gossip about my sexual activities."
Luciver raised a brow, completely unbothered, even pleased. "I need to know my son is not disappointing the Dragos name."
A dry laugh escaped Damien before he could stop it. "What, you want a weekly report? Should I send you charts?"
The king's eyes glinted. "I'd appreciate the effort. Maybe include a rating system."
Damien groaned.
"Look, Damien," Luciver added after a pause, his tone softening. "I make jest, but the truth is—you're not just my son anymore. You're the king-to-be. Every whisper in this castle, every breath you take, matters. The lords will judge you not just for your strength, but for your discipline. Your control. And yes—your ability to keep a queen satisfied. This realm, both vampire and wolf, is watching."
Damien nodded, some of the humor fading from his features. "I know."
