He clenched his teeth and seized her hands before her touch could linger. "Keep your hands off me. You are despicable."
She chuckled, her demeanor unshaken. "Despicable? Well, it seems we're a perfect match, aren't we? I am your betrothed for a reason."
"Your very presence makes me nauseous," he declared. "You resemble those women in the pleasure houses."
"When you desire intimacy with me, it's acceptable, but when I seek the same, you label me despicable? Isn't that a tad hypocritical, my dear Prince?" She pouted from beneath her veil, acting as though she were wronged. "Why waste time on trivial matters? Let's get this over with. I might be in my fertile days, which is even better."
She attempted to touch him once more, but he shrugged her off.
