Larus's smile brightened. "Why is it unusual for someone to want to marry Her Majesty? She's brilliant, accomplished, powerful, beautiful—honestly, I would think the unusual thing would be 'not' wanting to marry her."
The logic was so straightforward and innocent that it took them a moment to process.
"That's not the point—" Raphael started.
"Isn't it?" Larus asked, tilting his head. "Because it seems like you're suggesting there's something wrong with wanting to be her partner. But I can't imagine what that would be."
Damien's eyes narrowed. "The point, Prince Larus, is that most men of pride and status wouldn't be so eager to become part of such a... complicated arrangement."
"Oh!" Larus said, as if suddenly understanding. "You mean because there are already five of you?"
"Precisely," Adrian said coldly.
Larus nodded slowly, then smiled even brighter. "Well, that's actually what makes it easier for me."
They all stared at him.
"Easier?" Kieran repeated.
