Natalya tilted her head. So you're a prince. You don't sound very proud? She imagined one would be-heck, if Natalya was a princess, she would be blurting it at random times, or at least introduce herself as such with pride in her voice. She tilted her head again at Boiko's answer. "My dad is, well, uh, actually not that great . . . to us, anyway." I'm sorry for that.