I swan out of the bathroom and then stop in my tracks. Rhydian is not alone. Mabon and Tristan are seated at the breakfast table. There is one empty chair remaining. I drift towards it uncertainly.
Mabon looks up at me and grins. “Good morning, pet. You are pretty when you cum.”
My cheeks are on fire. The skin is going to melt right off, I can feel it. Apparently, while I’m miraculously untraumatised by the events at the banquet, I’m still embarrassed and awkward about it in a truly British way.
Mabon giggles. Tristan laughs. Rhydian glares.
“You sit!” he orders, pointing at the one remaining empty chair. He turns to Mabon. “And you tell me why you are bothering me at breakfast.”
I hurry to obey. I slide into the chair and dump pre-peeled orange segments onto my plate. Pretending to be engrossed in food seems like a good idea. If they forget I’m here, I might pick up more information.
“No need to be like that, brother dearest,” says Mabon, but it is clear he isn’t really offended in the slightest.
Rhydian makes a displeased noise.
“Fine!” sighs Mabon dramatically. “A little bird told me that Vizier Iestyn is coming for a visit.”
A clang echoes out into the silence as someone puts down a fork a little too forcefully.
“Why is father sending him to check up on us? Honestly, one of the best things about coming to Earth was leaving that creep Iestyn behind,” says Tristan.
“I’m sure father has his reasons,” says Rhydian calmly. “The vizier will likely stay for a few days, see all is well, and then return home.”
That all sounds very reasonable, and Rhydian is acting completely unfazed. But something doesn’t feel right. I think he is far more ruffled than he is letting on.
I only know the word vizier from the Disney film, Aladdin. In that, the vizier was some sort of royal advisorand all round baddie and creep. It sounds as if this Iestyn is similar. He is definitely bad news, it doesn’t take a genius to work that one out.
I have no idea how I can turn this to my advantage, but knowledge is power, as they say. I might be able to come up with something. Someday. Somehow.
Whereas, being concerned for Rhydian and his brothers is ridiculous. This is their world, they know how to take care of themselves. It is not my problem and I shouldn’t care. Rhydian frigging abducted me. I should want all the bad things to happen to him.
I pour myself a cup of tea and try to act as if I’m not hanging onto every word. Not that anyone is speaking anymore. News of this Iestyn person’s arrival seems to have thrown everyone into a brooding silence. This can’t be good.
“Can I play with your pet?” says Mabon suddenly and brightly.
I nearly spit out my tea.
“No,” says Rhydian wearily.
Mabon pouts. “Oh, but he makes such sweet little whimpers. I really enjoyed the banquet. Please, dearest brother?”
Oh gosh. My cheeks are heating again and my mouth has gone dry. I’m pretty certain Rhydian will not let Mabon near me, but it is terrifying being utterly reliant on his protection.
Rhydian takes a long sip of his tea. “No.”
“I want to taste human cock. I bet it is delicious.” Mabon’s purple eyes gleam as he leers at me. “Is his hole as tiny as the rest of him?”
A cup slams onto the table, making me flinch.
“I said no!” says Rhydian as he glares at his brother.
Mabon squeals in glee and claps his hands together. I’m pretty sure he kicks his feet under the table too.
“Your secret is safe with me!” he declares.
Tristan frowns. His red hued eyes flick between his brothers. “What secret?”
“Our brother is fond of his human pet!” announces Mabon proudly.
