Chapter 3Prince Gideon continued to be uninterested in anything but trout; Arthur did not think they’d even crossed paths more than twice. He supposed there was something to be said for a spouse with a passionate interest of his own, and at least they’d stay out of each other’s way. But learning anything about each other seemed impossible if they never spoke, and he rather thought he’d at least like to talk to his theoretical husband sometime.
Prince Justin, piling a breakfast plate ceiling-ward with sweet battered toast and honey-melon and cheese-filled pastries, announced, “You don’t want to marry a man who’ll be thinking about salmon when you’re in bed,” and considered crispy bacon versus the non-existent space on his plate.
“Trout,” Arthur corrected, watching in astonishment. “You ca
