“Faerie is acting weird.” I crossed my arms. “She's watching people have sex. When has she ever donethat?”
Arach lifted a brow at me.
“Okay, she's done it before, but she's never been this into it,” I amended. “First, she urged me to go home and have sex with you, but then she noticed that Roarke was having sex with Anna and started to describe his technique to me. She has never behaved like that before.”
“I assume you asked her about it?” Arach countered.
“She said the realm is fertile or something. Flourishing.”
Isleen smiled brilliantly. “That's wonderful! See, my Queen? Nothing to worry about. Of course, Faerie would be distracted by such intimacies during a fertile time—she's the land and the magic. She feels our needs and they affect her. Winter will be here soon, this is the land's last chance to bear fruit and plant seeds.”
“You're saying that when the realm is randy, so is she?”
“Exactly.” Isleen grinned, then shot an amorous look at Lugh.
“I'm beginning to see the perks,” Lugh murmured as he lifted Isleen's hand to kiss it tenderly.
“If you start making out in front of me, I'm kicking you out of the carriage,” I declared. “I don't care if you're the High Prince, you can plant your royal seeds somewhere else. Somewhere I'm not.”
Lugh chuckled. “I promise to wait until we're out of your sight, Vervain.”
“Thank you.”
Arach sighed in disappointment.
“What?” I huffed at him.
He gave me a look.
“You seriously wanted to sit here and watch them like live theater?”
“Of course not,” Arach scoffed.
I started to relax.
“I was hoping their behavior might inspire you to do the same with me,” he finished.
“Someone save me from horny faeries,” I grumbled. “At least you're not as bad as when I first agreed to try for children.”
“Do tell.” Lugh grinned.
“Arach wouldn't leave me alone. We had sex nearly non-stop. I had to start hiding from him to give my lady bits a break.”
“That was before she realized that I could heal her with an application of fire,” Arach added. “She can heal herself in the same manner, but it's more fun when I do it.”
Lugh blinked. “What?”
“Fire heals most Fire Fey,” Isleen explained. “So, when Queen Vervain's channel was aching from King Arach's—”
“Okay, that's enough,” Lugh cut her off before I could.
“It's just sex,” Isleen said, then shared a commiserating look with Arach.
“I don't have a problem with the sex, but I don't want to hear about my friend's aching lady parts either,” Lugh said firmly.
“You were the one who encouraged her to 'do tell,'” Isleen reminded him.
“Yeah, because I thought she was going to talk about thesex,” Lugh whined. “Not her sore pu—”
