“You’re an idiot.”

Nikos ignored his best friend, focusing on his mirror image, watching his hands button up his suit with dexterity. He looked nice and perfect - exactly what a future prince consort should be.

“You’re so goddamn stupid.”

Briefly, he traced the purple bruise left on his jaw, the split lip that still hadn’t healed up. Makeup couldn’t hide everything, and Nikos felt no obligation to do so. Everyone had witnessed it. ...