Maximilian leaned against the wall, watching Catherine dance in the living room with Sophia.
She was swaying her hips exaggeratedly, curling her finger at him and biting her lip in an overdramatic way.
She looked… absolutely delicious.
The boys had gathered around him earlier, bombarding him with questions, staring at him like he was some kind of legend.
At first, Maximilian had enjoyed their awe. But admiration lost its charm very quickly. Watching Catherine dance while completely drunk was far more entertaining.
He straightened slightly and looked at the boys.
"Who wants to learn history?" he asked pleasantly. "If you have any doubts, you can ask me. Do you want to learn about the War of the Roses?" he asked.
The reaction was immediate.
Just like cockroaches scattering the moment someone flicks on the lights at midnight… The boys vanished. They sprinted out of the room so fast it was almost impressive.
Maximilian chuckled quietly.
Ah.
Finally… peace.
