Oh…
Kiahn. Kiahn has agreed for me to have… anything I want?
I can feel my face begin to heat as memories of last night flood my mind. Particularly the part where he stroked his cock to promises of spoiling me. Is this a kink he has?
Is this a kinkIhave? The fierce independence in me bristles at the thought.
But I can’t deny, there is something there, for sure.
“What’s going on?” Jaya pokes her head out from the blankets, her voice still thick with sleep and her hair looking chaotic.
“Niska’s Prince Charming is eager and all signed up to be her sugar daddy by the sounds of things,” Lois answers for me, leaning her hip on the door frame of the bathroom as she towel-dries her wet hair. “So, what were you up to with him last night?”
“I-” I gape at her like the proverbial deer in the headlights. “I wasn’t-”
Lois raises a brow at me in an expression so reminiscent of a mom who knows her teenager is lying out of her ass, I almost feel like I need to apologize and promise I’ll never sneak out with a boy again. “I heard him wish you goodnight at the door, and then you were sneaking in all dripping wet,” she accuses.
Busted.
“I couldn’t sleep last night, so I got up to go swimming,” I stammer out, sounding guilty as hell. “Kiahn -Prince Kiahn- was there as well. We just swam, I-”
Lois holds up a hand. “I don’t want the details. But you must have some kind of mind blowing‘swimming’skills. It sounds like he’s ready to offer up the keys to the kingdom.”
Before I can even dignify that with a barefaced lie, Vel leans forward beside me and interrupts. “If this is true, we need to get a contract drawn up before that idiot cousin of mine decides to spend more time alone with you. He could have lost control and bit you, Niska. This is a serious matter.”
Suddenly, I start to feel a little guilty for pushing him the way I did last night. It’s like I’ve just tattled on a friend and now they’re in trouble with the principal or something.
“He didn’t mean for us to be alone,” I add, watching Vel hop off the bed.
“It’s fine,” Vel dismisses. I watch as she turns and places her tablet down on the nearby desk so that she can lift the folded pile of clothes she must have brought into the room with her. “You will be given proper clothing once we arrive in Xaavia tomorrow, but for now, these will have to suffice,” she says, doling out three piles of fabric in different shades of blue. “They are rather plain, but the only thing I could muster up while we’re travelling. Besides, they have got to be better than the sacks that slave trader forced you to wear.”
Vel leaves us to get dressed and ready for the day on board the ship. And, as it turns out, we’ve already missed a lot of the morning since our internal clocks are a bit screwy right now - oh, and due to the fact that we’ve been living our lives as part of a slave trader’s stock for the past however many months. Yeah - that’s probably gonna mess you up a bit.
Anyway, we’re washed, and dressed in our new dresses that all sport high necklines, making sure we cover our throats. What’s strange, is that they also have a plunging peekaboo cut away on the chest - a patch of missing fabric that dangerously shows off our cleavage. Apparently necks are a no-go, but boobs are all the rage. The skirts are full and swish when we walk, but that fullness conceals a seductively high slit on one side that somehow reminds me of the scraps of fabric Mama Z’rykby had put me in and dared to call it an outfit. The sleeves are long and fluted, and the corset has some kind of self-tightening technology, even if it still looks like a good ol’ fashioned lace up - we hadn’t needed to do a thing, somehow the dress knew when to tighten itself and how tight to go. Vel had said she’dhad some of her own ‘leisure dresses’ modified to be able to give us these, and, feeling the butter-soft fabric, I can believe that - even though the designs are a far cry from the sweats us humans would call leisurewear.
We still don’t have shoes, though, since leather boots are a lot harder to modify from Xaviann proportions to human ones. Vel had promised us that we won’t need to worry on that count, since she is aware that the prince has already sent our measurements to his personal assistants to make sure we have everything we need by the time we land in Xaavia tomorrow.
So, I kind of feel like a child, trying on ‘dress up’ clothes and padding barefoot downstairs to show my parents as we walk to the dining room, the soft carpet of the hallways beneath the soles of our feet.
Once we reach the room, two forms shoot up from their seated positions to greet us. Prince Kiahn, and his brother, Az. Vel strolls right in ahead of us, but Lois, Jaya and I stay stood in the doorway at the sight before us.
The huge table is covered in various dishes, with foods piled so high, it kind of resembles a medieval feast.
“Good morning,” Prince Kiahn says, tipping his horns and bowing low.
Vel takes a seat and scoffs. “It’s gone midday.”
I can feel Lois bristle a little beside me - can sense that she’s opened her mouth about to say something when Az steps forward and pulls out a chair. “Your sleep schedule would be messed up too if you’d gone through what they have,” he quips on our behalf before gesturing for Lois to take the chair he’d offered.
She hesitates, but ultimately decides to sit.
The way Az wears a beaming smile as he tucks her chair in for her is kind of adorable if I’m honest. He’s even still looking over at her when he pulls the next seat out for Jaya. The goofy look onhis face gets interrupted when Kiahn slaps a hand on his chest as he goes to pull out the next chair - presumably for me - stopping him in his tracks. The two of them don’t say a word, but Kiahn looks very serious, and a little pissed that his brother would dare offer me a seat. Which is… I don’t know… kind of hot in a broody, possessive way, but also kind of weird, in a territorial, asshole kind of way.
Az doesn’t even bother to call his brother on it. He simply rolls his eyes and delights at sitting next to Lois.
The prince then goes to the seat I had occupied last night, the one beside his at the head of the table. He pulls it out and looks to me expectantly.
So, I go to sit next to Vel instead.
