He had privately sneered at the courtiers who kept the ones that they fucked in their beds, knowing full well that was the way a man lost his head. There was little need for one to have company - when he’d fulfilled his needs, he’d seen his partners as prey to use, leaving none of himself with them. They’d never slept beside him, nor pressed their body close to his while they slept, their hands entangled together. No, there had never been another before her.