"Jesus Christ, I'm so sick of hearing you whine about that. So you had your cherry popped and it was shitty. Boo-fucking-hoo.” Flinging a hand out, he gestures to the crowd at the end of the hall. “Ask around, Princess. No one had a fun time losing their virginity. You came into the masquerade as a grown ass woman, knowing well and fucking good there might be something in store for you." His eyes rake up and down my body, lip curling in disdain. "That's a choice, and it's more than most Royal women get." Bitterly, I ask, "And what do Royal men get?"
