“Well, isn’t she a charmer, King Traevon,” Queen Alora said on a high-pitched laugh. I wanted to cut my ears off. She tapped the crown of my head with the simple brush of one finger. “You may rise.”
I lifted and stretched my back covertly. All I craved to do was lie down, spread my legs, and have a quick fuck. And that was the absolute last thing that I should do. Because no one else was going to be able to quench this urge but an illegal shifter king.
Death this waycomes…
My thoughts were utter trash right now.
This was what the Fae damned urge did to you.
The white sparkles in the queen’s solid blue gaze danced frantically in her eyes, perfectly showing she was not as calm as she appeared to be. She asked, “Do you believe you are ready for the royal summits, Princess Trixie.”
“King Traevon believes I am, Your Royal Highness.”
“But what aboutyou?”
“I think it is still too early for me, but I will try my hardest to do right by my king and my people,” I answered honestly. “If King Traevon says I should be here, then here I shall be.”
She lifted an arched eyebrow. “You are very blunt.”
I chuckled softly in her face, my smile a little forbidding. “And you are not the first person to say that, Your Royal Highness. I think it adds a unique flair to my personality. It is something you will get used to, even if it is unusual for you.” Because I would not change for a vain and egotistical twat.
Queen Alora switched her regard to my father. “I’m not positive I like this change, King Traevon. I think you should have discussed it with us first.”
Father stared. “Why would I do that? She is my heir, no one else’s. She will one day be the Queen of Elves. What I choose to teach her, and when I choose to teach her, is solely up to me, Queen Alora. You are severely overstepping your boundaries if you think to make her leave.”
The merfolk queen huffed. “This is exceedingly unusual for someone so young to be here.”
“And, yet, she is here. And here, she will stay.” King Traevon pivoted to the side and gestured with his left hand to the back of the room. “Since you have finally arrived, shall we begin our meeting?”
Queen Alora chose to concede her argument—because Father was right—and whooshed her way around King Traevon, taking the lead. “All right, everyone, we should get down to business. This will probably take us a while.”
Fucking Fae fabulous. I needed a drink.
Preferably with a side of shifter cock.
I groaned inwardly. I needed mental help, too.
All of the royals started toward the back door. Their personal guards stayed behind, not allowed in the private meetings.
I dutifully followed Father.
Behind the main greeting room, the conference room was situated. It was directly in the center of High Pointe, the stained glass domed ceiling reaching its apex and casting glorious light all throughout the circular room. Five large desks sat facing each other in a circle, the desk made of fused thick glass shards and depicting colorful visions of all of the kingdoms’ people, each desk specifically for an elf, a shifter, a merfolk, a gorgon, and a caster.
I tried not to gape too hard as my eyes ran over the entire room—since it was entirely unbecoming in present company—the circular wall surrounding the desks even made of the same shards of colored glass. The brilliant white marble beneath our feet danced with the multi-hued light sprinkling in from the sun. At the sun’s peak of day, this royal meeting room would positively glow with beauty.
Father asked delicately, “Trixie, would you like to take a seat?”
I blinked and turned my focus to the royals.
Oh Fae. They were all already seated.
This was humiliating.
It was a possibility I hadn’t been as covert as I thought in my ogling. I had fairly lost myself in Fae’s creation. It was blindingly hypnotic, and I had fallen prey to its charms.
“Of course, Father.” I cleared my throat and quickly moved to the elven desk. Two royal seats sat behind each desk, so I took the one remaining next to my father. “My apologies.”
Queen Alora snickered to our right. “Her eyes were sparkling as much as that belt she’s wearing.”
