"Are you so terribly bored that you're propositioning a twice-married woman?" Soleia barely hid the faint expression of disgust that crossed her face at Prince Ricard's words. "Kindly leave my room this instant."
She pointed a finger to the door. Prince Ricard sighed dramatically and threw his hands up in the air.
"What does my brother have that I do not? I know you're not staying with him, but still. I believe I deserve a chance, at the very least. Surely we are on par in terms of looks, relative skill―"
"My ears hurt when I hear you talk," Soleia said flatly. She purposely added one more sentence in a louder voice, just in case Rafael was within hearing distance. "And you are sorely mistaken. I love your brother so ardently. I would never leave him."
