The overblotted prince wanted no one to even look at you. He’d turn each person to dust who even dared try. Leona was a lion, after all. And lions were rather territorial creatures, over their land, their mate, their pride. And you, you were considered his mate. He’d kill anyone who touched you. With that being said, it didn’t push aside that the overblotted prince was currently wrapped around you, holding you tightly to his chest.