Not so brave as my father, I stared at his nose. “Like I’m going to be sick, Your Royal Highness.”
“Yes.” King Elon nodded gradually, turning his attention back to Father. “I suppose with how often all the other rulers end up dead, it is wise right now for you to begin training your heir.”
King Traevon’s tone was bored. “Thank you for your support, King Elon.”
“Well, you do have it on this topic,” King Elon sneered. “But don’t think we are starting the meeting without Queen Alora just because your heir is here. We will wait until her arrival.”
“I wouldn’t dream of it.” King Traevon dipped his head respectfully.
The gorgon king snorted. “You are always such an ass.”
My lips curved up at the edges in a harsh smile. “Perhaps, you bring out the best in him, Your Royal Highness.”
King Elon glanced between the two of us, back and forth. Back and forth. He muttered quietly, “The Fae bless us all, there are two of you now.”
“Indeed.” Father grinned.
“Hmm.” King Elon whipped around and strode with giant strides to the caster queen. He systematically dismissed us and ignored us, as he spoke with her, not glancing back once at us.
“Is your head all right?” Father asked softly.
“Damned asshole,” I grumbled.
King Elon did peer over his shoulder then, pegging me with a sharp gaze.
I hadnotbeen quiet. I hadn’t meant to be.
I smiled sweetly and dipped my head respectfully.
The gorgon snorted and turned back to his conversation.
King Traevon chuckled softly. “Well played.”
“Thank you, Father.”
A shifter stormed through the door to the bathrooms and royal bedchambers, wearing the royal colors of his kind. Bold orange. He stalked right to us and glowered. “There is stillstinkingvomit on the floor.”
Father snapped his fingers together. “Oh, yes. I must have forgotten about that, Bishop. However could that have slipped my mind, I wonder?”
I pinched my left eye when a drop of sweat rolled down into it. I quickly flicked it away, praying to Fairy that I didn’t look a mess. The urge was still easy to deal with, but it was getting worse.
Bishop lifted to his seven feet seven inches frame up to full advantage. “My king would like it cleaned up immediately.”
This was no normal personal guard.
He certainly didn’t act like it, talking to Father this way.
King Traevon sighed and glanced at one of our guards. “Go and clean it up before King Athon starts breaking things.”
The personal guard he had assigned to me earlier bowed and left the room to clean my mess up for the testy shifter king.
The shifter eyeballed me, his gaze narrowing. “Who is this?”
King Traevon ground his teeth together. “Bishop, this is my heir, Princess Trixie Towers. Trixie, this is Bishop Marzel, personal assistant and personal guard to King Athon.”
I raised my head and stared down the tip of my nose at him.
I waited. This shifterwouldbow down to me.
