~A LOST GRACE~ (THE GODFATHER)

"WHAT THE FUCK are you doing in here, Frater?!" The words were more akin to the clap of thunder as they settled over the ears of the Cardinal. It jarred him out of his stricken haze and he jerked on the stone floors.

He looked up to meet a swirling pit of eyes blue as the deep on his. It was the face of the Princess. His goddaughter—although she would never admit it. Cervantes sighed, his mouth finally falling closed.

"Esabel," he started. He uncrossed his legs and stood to his feet. "I know how this must look. Trust me I'm equally as—"

"No, you don't," Esabel cut in before he could finish. Her eyes blazed at him a riparian teal. "And keep that righteous bullshit to yourself. I can't believe my father named you... You bald voyeur as my godfather. I just caught you spying on us..."