***Mateo’s POV***
"Anyone care to explain why a mutt is straddling my future Queen?" the Prince snarls.
“Ju-Julian!” Sofia stutters, writhing beneath me and trying to free herself from my grip. “W-what are you doing here?”
I climb off of her and we both get to our feet, Julian’s glare never leaving me. I match his scowl.
“I came to have breakfast with you, my love,” he growls at me. “And here I find you rolling around with some mutt!”
“We were sparring,” I explain, irritably.
“Was I speaking too you?” He snaps. “Learn your place mutt. Speak when you are spoken too.”
Luis growls in displeasure. Shut him up or I will!
Before I can utter another word, Sofia steps in front of me.
“You do not speak to my soldiers like that,” she snaps, placing her hands on his chest.
The gesture i
