Chapter 207: Low Bar
"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."
"Princess, there’s no one here but us. Stop pretending." Prince Ricard leaned closer in an attempt to whisper in her ear, but she only let out an irritable scoff before moving further away, as though he was an idiotic puppy that peed on her shoes.
He had made sure no servants were loitering when he made his little visit, but clearly, he underestimated the way Princess Soleia had his younger brother wrapped around his pinky finger.
Ricard sensed an ominous presence approaching, and loud footsteps echoed through the room as Prince Rafael barged in through the open door, a bloody whip aimed right at his face.
It must have been the power of love, or some supernatural coincidence.
He ducked. Strands of his hair fell to the floor. Ricard scowled. His brother had messed up his haircut.