I mouthed, “Capture oneandprotect the people.”
King Athon blinked.
I shrugged. The problem wasn’t hard to figure out.
The shifter king’s dark brows drew together, and he looked back up to the other rulers and dropped his hand from the back of his neck. “I want to propose an alternate plan. We capture a Fae for forced questioningandinform the people of the realm what should be done if a rogue Fae approaches them.”
It was quiet for the longest of seconds.
Father cleared his throat. “Agreed.”
“Agreed.”
“Agreed.”
“Agreed,” Queen Alora stated. “I still feel it is not wise to capture a Fae just yet. But I understand why we must.”
Holy Fae. They’d just compromised.
This day should be recorded in writing for proof.
CHAPTER SIX
Confession of a princess:
When vital facts are held by only you, one would think you would feel powerful. ’Tis true. You do. That power feeds into your words and can make them harsh. But after the truth is spoken, the outcome isn’t always what you expect.
The truth can be ugly.
And you can’t take your words back. They now belong to others.
I need to be more careful with truths. They are more powerful than a stabbing blade to the heart.
ILIFTED MYhands and drummed my fingers on King Athon’s knees. I peeked up at him with a pointed expression—not that he was looking at me now. Their business was done. The others could all leave. This floor was Fae damned painful to my knees. I wanted to escape from this cramped space as quickly as possible.
King Athon scratched at his slightly pointed chin, a shadow of dark whiskers showing from a day’s worth of growth, and grunted softly. “If that is all, I believe this impromptu meeting is finished. We all know what we need to do—and as soon as a Fae is captured, we will let the other rulers know.”
Rustling in front of his desk had my lips tipping up in a relieved smile. The other rulers didn’t want to drag out their time together any longer than they had to. I’d be free to leave soon, too—thank the Fae for that.
King Athon slid his hands under the desk and roughly knocked my tapping fingers off his knees, and proceeded to readjust hisstillhard cock underneath his leather pants for better concealment. He pushed his chair back and stood to his immense height, walking around his desk.
The shifter king rumbled, “King Traevon, the next time you plan to have the royals converge on my castle, I would appreciate a missive, as well.”
I turned quietly and pressed my left eye to the crack.
The rulers were all walking toward the door.
Father snorted. “I was a little busy today dealing with my Fae issue. I barely had time to send out what I did. Furthermore, I didn’t feel it was right to interrupt your thoughts before the challenge, King Athon.”
The King of Shifters shook his head of long, white hair, demanding harshly, “My kingdom, my rules. Inform me next time before you come, no matter your own personal opinions.”
Father’s eyebrows lifted, mocking. “Duly noted.”
“You’re a damned thorn in my side.” King Athon glared. “Not a big one, mind you. You’re one of those tiny thorns that break when rubbed between your fingers.”
King Traevon’s lips curved up at the edges—with malicious intent written across his face. “If that is what you think—”
The doorcrashedopen.
