The Comte regains his composure before taking his hand from his face.
“The king hardly knows what day it is unless someone tells him. He couldn't care less about his army, his trades, his investments, or really anything worth caring about. The king cares about money, throwing parties, and beautiful women."
"So you don't care about beautiful women? Since they aren't worth caring about?" I throw back with a sly smile.
"I cared for one beautiful woman. But she broke my heart and ran away. I've been searching for her ever since." his eyes cast down to the floor and became blank as if he was off somewhere far away in his mind. Another long silence falls between us, the sorrow is palpable emanating off of him. I reach my hand towards him, but then he quickly snaps out of it.
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