Her lips tremble, and I catch the crafty shift in her eyes. “What are you talking about? I don’t have any—”
I turn my attention to the pile of papers before me. “I don’t care who you f**k as long as you stay away from me. You are a political prisoner here, Princess Vivian. You want to have a child, have one. I’m sure it will keep you busy.”
Vivian slams her hands down on the desk, her voice raised. “What am I lacking? I am more beautiful than that little tramp! I am of royal descent! You should be grateful that I’m allowing somebody like you to lay with me! Do you know how many men have begged me for a sliver of my attention?! That woman—Nobody even knows who her parents were! She could have been the child of a p********e, for all you know! She and I are worlds apart! I am better than he
