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Though...he was cute.
Chapter 4
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“Do you feel better?” she asked, kissing my shoulder.
“Yes,” I whispered, leaning back onto the pillows as her fingers brushed my chest.
“I am not just talking about physically,” she replied.
I glanced down at her heart-shaped face and into her mismatched-colored eyes—one hazel and the other a pure blue. Lifting her chin and holding it in place, I leaned in. “Why would you be talking about anything else when our relationship is purely physical?”
“Then why do you always come to me when you want to clear your mind?” she asked, closing the distance between us, but I turned my face and let hers go. Her lips brushed the corner of mine.
“You know why I come here,” I muttered, reaching over to the side of the bed for my almost-forgotten glass of wine.
“Yes, I do.” She snickered and sat up out of bed, not bothering with the sheet to cover herself. “Not only am I divorced but I also can’t have children. Therefore, I can never be anything more for you but something physical. So, I’m safe.”
She had no other reason to say that than to try to make me feel bad. But it was the truth. She was once the Countess of Gormsey. However, when the Count of Gormsey divorced her and ran off with another man, it became clear why he’d married her, even though everyone knew she couldn’t have children because of a childhood accident. You would have thought she would have avoided the nobility at all costs after that embarrassment. But no, there was no party or celebration Sabina Franziska was not in attendance in all her glory.
“Your Highness,” she whispered, leaning closer, her breasts brushing up against my arm. “I know something is bothering you. You are only ever that rough for that reason. You can talk to me, too. I consider you a friend.”
“My father says princes have no friends. We have family, and we have people, and we have servants.”
“You quote poetry to other women, and you quote your father to me. You are hurtful, Your Highness.” She pouted, faking her hurt, and kissed my chest before rising from the bed, brushing her auburn hair off her shoulder. “I’m going to shower. You can debate whether you’d like to join me.”
It would not take much debate. I wanted to join her, but it was almost nine in the morning, which would normally be considered late. However, since I was not in the palace, and had been gone since last night, I was already going to be lectured to death by my mother, father, or brother—or all of the above.
Knock. Knock.
“Sir? You’ve been summoned,” the nervous voice called from the other side of the door.
“The devil hears when you call,” I muttered, finishing off my wine before rising out of bed to grab my clothes.
“And just like that, you’re leaving me.” Sabina frowned, coming out of the restroom with a white, satin robe on.
