“Nothing of importance, nosy father,” King Athon stated brusquely, not glancing up from his exploration. “If she wanted to tell you her personal business, I’m sure she would. I am trying to give your daughter a modicum of privacy while I do this.”
Father grunted and crossed his arms.
I would have to hide those soul mate pills elsewhere.
My father was not one to give up.
King Athon stopped on a green pair of mittens that were balled up and brought those up to his nose for a grand sniff. Solid black eyes lifted to mine slowly, and he muttered dryly, “Really, Princess Trixie?”
I shrugged a shoulder. “You never know when you’ll need it. I’ve found it comes in handy more than you’d expect.”
He snorted and tossed it back in and went back to messing up my bag. The shifter king blinked slowly and gradually lifted his hand from my bag, one finger pointed to hold a dangling pair of steel shackles.
King Athon simply looked at me.
I pointed at my father. “His idea. Not mine.”
The shackles dropped back into my bag, and he was searching once more. He stopped on another object and brought it out for all to see—a black lace bra.
Father barked, “What in the Fae fuck are you doing?”
King Athon brought it up to his nose slowly, sniffing at the clasp, his brows crinkling in confusion…and then in understanding. Those black eyes narrowed at me. He snarled, “Gareeisha poison? Where in the realm did anyone in your position even get this?”
“I know people,” I stated bluntly.
Father stared in surprise. “That is found under the farthest rock in the ocean right near the edge! Who do you know that would sell that to you?”
“He didn’t sell it. I stole it from him.” I lifted a bored eyebrow at both of them. “Can we finish this before the other rulers come down, please?”
King Athon stared at the bra, debating…
“Put it back in there, King Athon,” I growled, flashing my fangs. “We may need that.”
Father sniffed and turned his regard to the other king. “My daughter is correct. We may need it. We don’t know what will be in the forest.”
King Athon’s straight nose scrunched, but he did drop it back into the bag. His large hand went back into action, searching deeper now, even while he asked evenly, “The man you stole it from, does he know who took it from him?”
“He’s not an issue, anymore,” I stated elusively. “There will be no repercussions from the theft.”
Father grunted. Then patted me on top of my head.
King Athon peeked at my father. “Shewasthere that night, wasn’t she?”
King Traevon simply stated, “You would have to ask Princess Trixie if she was there when your people burned.”
“Same old answer, different day,” King Athon mumbled, distracted by something else he had found. His eyes snapped back down to my bag. “At least you are consistent, King Traevon.”
Father tipped his head up, trying to peek into my bag. “What else did you find?” He almost sounded excited.
The King of Shifters stared down at what he held, still hidden inside my bag, a robust laugh bursting from his lush lips. “Trust me, King Traevon, there are some things a fatherreallydoesn’t want to know.”
My cheeks instantly flushed rosy red. “Let go of that!”
Father froze for a moment and then groaned under his breath. Withmuchpain in his tone, Father muttered, “Release her dildo, King Athon.”
King Athon did no such thing. He brought it up into full view for everyone and waved it slowly back and forth. With much spiteful amusement, he asked cruelly, “So this is how small an elven dick is? That is quite embarrassing for your kingdom, King Traevon.”
The door banged open.
