I froze halfway out of the water. Behind me, the door opened, and slammed closed. The latch dropped into place. I dropped back into the water, neck-deep, and turned to face my prince.

He was already stripping out of his waistcoat and shirt. “Julian, I’ve seen you naked before, so there’s no need to act so...virginal.” He shot me a narrow-eyed smile and proceeded to pull off his boots and breeches.

I didn’t bother averting my eyes. After all, I been bathing and dressing him for years, so I was quite familiar with nearly every inch of his lean, muscular form. I was far more perturbed by what he’d just said. “You’ve seen me?”

He laid his clothes on a nearby bench and snorted. “I’ve been peeking on you when you bathe for years now.”

My eyes went very wide and my mouth fell open. “What...?”

My prince scooped a bucket of water from the monstrous tub. “There’s a peephole from my room to yours that overlooks your fireplace, where you always put your hip-bath.” He dumped the water over his head, letting it sluice down his long body. He shook his head to clear his eyes and grinned. “I had it made when I was sixteen.” He picked up my soap, lathered up the nubby cloth provided by the inn, and began scrubbing down. “I was very interested in how you were...developing.”

I ground my teeth. “You wanted to see my breasts.”

Alberic nodded, completely unashamed. “Among other feminine parts.”

Under the water, I fisted my hands at my sides. “You perverted bastard...”

My prince set down the soap and waggled a finger at me. “I am not a bastard. My parents were dutifully married to each other when I was born.”

I curled my lip. “I noticed you didn’t argue the perverted part.”

Alberic dumped another bucket of water over himself to rinse off the soap, then wiped at his eyes. “Of course not.” He set the bucket down and climbed up the short stair to the rim of the tub. “I don’t believe in denial.”

I held out my hand. “Don’t come near me!”

Alberic snorted and stepped into the water. “You’re going to have to get used to me being near you.” He leaned back against the far side of the tub, spreading his arms wide across the rim. “How else will we fuck?”

I hunched my shoulders. “But I don’t want to f-fuck!”

Alberic chuckled merrily; it was almost a giggle. “I am definitely going to have to punish you for lying!” He narrowed his eyes and smirked. “I’ve heard you moaning my name at night.”

If one could have died from mortification, I would have dropped dead on the spot. Alas, I was perfectly alive, painfully aware, and thoroughly annoyed. Long experience had taught me that defending myself would only dig my grave deeper, so I went on the attack. “Of course I moan your name.” My lips curled into a sneer. “You’re in most of my nightmares.”

Alberic’s smile sharpened. “That was cruel, Julian.”

I lifted my chin and sniffed. “I learned from the best.”

My prince waved his hand. “Anyway, I came in here because I have a plan.”

I narrowed my gaze. “A plan...?” Oh, Gods, what was he up to now?

“For catching a unicorn so I can win the princess.” He curled his lip. “That is, if the princess is worth winning.”

I rolled my eyes and spoke very dryly. “Translation: If she’s absolutely gorgeous with big breasts.”

Alberic nodded. “Exactly.” His brows lifted. “You know, Julian, I was wrong about you.”

I looked at him, eyes wide. “What?”

Alberic’s lips curled into a lascivious smile and he stared pointedly below the level of my chin. “Your breasts are actually fairly sizable. How do you squish them down so flat?”

I looked down. Without realizing it, I had risen in the water until the tops of my breasts had emerged, practically to the nipples. I yelped in surprise, crossed my arms over my chest, and dunked lower into the water, submerging to my chin. I scowled up at him. “I thought you saw them already!”

Alberic shrugged. “I peeked, yes, but you always take your baths facing the other way.” His brows lowered, but his bottom lip protruded. “So, all I’ve ever really seen is your ass.” I blinked. Was he pouting?
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