Meir slammed into Neoma a few more times and then grunted. He fell to the side of her on the bed, his tiny erection sticking up in the air.
Well, no wonder she faked it.
“Do you promise me, Meir?” Neoma asked as she stroked his wiry, gray chest hairs between her fingers.
“Yes. It will happen soon.”
Luelle bit her perfectly manicured nail as thoughts ran through her mind. Not only was Meir in cahoots to find Ael a wife, but Meir was now making promises to a mysterious Fae.
That was definitely interesting. Why would he care so much?
Certainly, the kingdom would welcome a queen and potential royal children roaming around, but Meir was old and never showed any concern about that.
She needed to watch him more closely, even if it meant seeing that small, disgusting penis again.
She stepped away from the wall and continued down its dark passages. She had been hoping to spend some time with someone before tonight’s festivities, ideally someone without a penis, but after Meir’s show, she felt nauseous.
She chose to go to Ael and share what she had heard, feeling excited to see the drama unfold.
Chapter 48
Ael
Ael sat in the dining room, trying to eat a late lunch, when a prickling feeling at the back of his neck made him look over at a servant with messy hair who hovered too close.
“Can I help you?” he asked with an annoyed huff.
She bit her lip, her eyes hooded, and said, “I can offer other services if you’d like, Sire.” She reached out and ran her finger up his arm.
Disgust immediately churned inside him, and he twisted away from her, narrowing his eyes.
“Nevertouch me like that again,” he seethed. “Leave this roomnow. Send in Fran. I need to speak with her.”
The woman’s face paled, and her eyes glossed over with tears. She quickly ran out of the room and closed the door behind her.
What’s happening?
This was the third woman today who tried to throw herself at him. Was he really that much of a whore before he left Umbrea for Joro? He reflected on this, recalling that he’d had a few relationships with women, but nothing like the attention he was getting now.
The large curtains to his left shifted, and he looked over, assuming it was another servant lurking for him in the unused passageways. “I do notneedanything right now. Please leave.”
Luelle peered out and smiled at him. “Ael, that wasveryentertaining. I promise you I’m not here for that, though.” She pretended to shiver in disgust and put her index finger in her mouth, making a gagging gesture.
“Thank gods it’s you, Luelle. What’s going on?”
“I have someinterestinginformation regarding this problem you seem to be having.” She sat in the chair next to him, grabbed a red grape from his plate, popped it into her mouth, and chewed slowly.
Her eyes sparkled as she waited for Ael to ask her for more details.
“Go on…” he said, knowing how badly she wanted him to show interest. He watched her patiently as she slowly chewed on the grape.
She smacked her lips and sighed. “Turns out Meir is behind this whole thing with these women throwing themselves at you. Apparently, when you left, he had planned that upon your return, you would select a wife to be your queen.” She rolled her eyes and continued, “Many women are trying to get your attention, like that servant just now, like my seamstress, and like the big-breasted Fae with dark curls I just saw him fucking and making sweet promises to about becoming a queen.”
She plucked another grape from his plate and took a bite, her eyebrows raised and her eyes sparkling, as she waited for his response.
“Meir did what?” Cahir erupted, leaping to his feet and poundinghis hands on the table, his magic bursting from his palms. He ground his teeth together. “Why would he think I’d be picking a damn wife when I got back?”
Luelle shrugged. “Don’t know. Haven’t gotten there yet. I’ll try to find out, but if you ask him directly, I want to be there for that little showdown.” Luelle smiled deviously and popped another grape in her mouth, this time chewing it quickly.
