"I mean, medically," Selene added, as if she were commenting on the weather. "I ran the diagnostics. He was clearly orgasming. But here's the twist: the reports say none of the women brought to his chamber were actually touched."
Oliver's eyes widened, jaw falling open. "That's—how is that even—"
And then it clicked.
"No physical contact from any woman, but at the very least, he must've been fantasizing about someone," Selene said, almost cheerfully. "Which means… he's finally into someone."
Oliver looked even more confused. "So… is he that far gone?"
It didn't make sense. Not completely. Why would King William be so obsessively concerned about Kayden's offspring—going so far as to assign Selene to monitor his sexual function—when King William himself wasn't even married yet, let alone producing heirs?
The paranoia didn't track. Unless…
