“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. Julien taps his chin thoughtfully. “Is that treason? I think that might be treason.” “Report me to Her Majesty and see if she agrees,” Nadine says.
