He gasped at Jacob. “Why are you so obsessed with that? No, he doesn’t stink. I mean, he puts on cologne, and I think it must be expensive. I don’t know. I’ve never had much money. Anyway, he’s justa man. I’m sure he farts and poops just like the rest of us commoners. His status as the Crown Prince doesn’t automatically mean he shits colorful rainbows and golden sunshine.”
Thomas sighed. “That’s disappointing.”
Tristan rolled his eyes. “Too bad.”
Jacob swallowed the last bite of pie before opening his mouth once again. “He does seem like an amazingperson, though. I’ve watched some of his public appearances. I remember he took the time to chat with the sick people at the hospice. He really listened to all of them. I was impressed.”