Kirill puffs his chest, gushing, "I have the smartest wife."
I mutter, "Don't fill her head."
Valentina elbows me hard again.
"Ouch," I grumble.
Kirill scowls.
Fiona adds, "Which is why Valentina and Brax can take their seats as long as they get married on the next full moon."
I swallow hard.
I need to stop this before it goes any further.
Shock fills Kirill's expression. "You aren't buying this?"
Her lips twitch. "Oh, Brax has always wanted to get married, haven't you?"
I clench my jaw.
"Answer the queen," Kirill instructs.
"Yeah. All day long, it's all I think about," I state.
Fiona motions between us. "It's clear they're madly in love."
Really, Fiona?
Way to have my back when I just saved you from getting beheaded!
"It is?" Kirill retorts, furrowing his forehead.
"Of course," she lies.
He continues to look at her like she's insane.
"We are. We'll have our wedding on the next full moon," Valentina declares.
"On the..." I scrunch my face, then blurt out, "That's in three weeks!"
"Yes. Is there a problem?" Fiona sternly questions.
Valentina squeezes my bicep and offers, "No. No problem at all. Brax told me this morning he's dying to marry me sooner rather than later, didn't you?"
I lock eyes with her, then slowly lower my gaze over her.
You're going to pay me with your body every second of every day for going along with this charade.
I meet her gaze and reply, "I sure did, my sexy little Minx."
A flush crawls up Valentina's cheeks, and I almost cum in my pants.
Fiona beams, "Sounds like our problem is solved. I'm tired and want to go home. Congratulations on your engagement and future seats at the table and on the Royal Council." She steps forward and hugs Valentina.
Valentina hugs her back. "Thank you."
Fiona repeats, "Thank you for saving us."
