“I swear you don't know how to have any fun at all," I teased.
"This is not exactly my idea of it," he said wryly.

I gestured toward the ballroom. "But you're royal. It's your kind of party. You should be relaxed, letting everyone suck up to you."

He laughed and my chest tightened. God, I loved that sound.

"Kendra, not everything about being royal is enjoyable."
"So what would you consider fun?" I asked, curious.

Tristan was obviously well-liked and respected. But I'd never seen him when he wasn't in either instructor, gardinel, or prince mode. I got the feeling he wasn't very social and spent a lot of time alone.

His eyes turned thoughtful. "Relaxing in a quiet room with a nice glass of scotch, listening to Bach."
I rolled my eyes. "Are you serious, grandpa?"

He hid a smile.”