Becoming Sophia (79)
The Prince laughed bitterly at my remark and I cringed, worried he might think I agreed with the sentiment. “I’m not interested in such things, though,” I said to clarify.
“Can you keep a secret?” the Prince asked. I nodded sincerely. “I’m not interested either.”
“What do you mean?” I knew exactly what he meant, but I felt like I ought to hear him say it.
“I’m not interested in the affairs of women…” he dropped his voice to a whisper, “or women at all.”
I wasn’t quite sure how to reply. “That’s unfortunate,” I said finally with a shrug.
“You’re not disgusted?” the Prince seemed shocked.
“I saw it coming.” I waved my hand as if brushing away the matter. “But what will you do? You must take a bride else you will not be named as an heir.”
“Well, I have some women in mind,” he admitted miserably. “None of them appear promising.”
“I’m sorry to hear that.” I gave him a pat with the hand that was resting on his shoulder and saw his face change suddenly. He looked at me and grinned terrifyingly.