“Don’t worry,” Julien says. “I’m not going to fuck him.” “That’s not what I’m worried about.” Nadine’s eyes narrow when he looks over. “At least, not until you said that. Why would that even occur to you to deny?” “Have you seen him?” Julien waves his hand. “Don’t worry. I’m a responsible royal scion. I’ll keep my dick in ungrateful, backstabbing courtiers where it belongs.” “It belongs in a cage,” Nadine mutters.
