I grabbed one from the shelf and opened it to a random page.
I snapped it shut instantly.
Am I really doing this?
Do I really care to better myself on this subject…
Why in the Fairy did this happen to me?
My fall from grace was fucking humiliating.
Isnarledsoftly and opened the book again.
I’d never been a bad lover.Never.I wasn’t going to be one now because I had the most scandalous and physically offensive soul mate the Fae could have cursed me with.
I snapped my teeth in irritation, biting at the air. I continued togrowlas I flipped through the pages sightlessly, willing myself not to tear this place apart. I stopped on one page and cocked my head, immediately calming from the confusion that boggled my mind, all because of a picture drawn inside, diagramming an elven cunt.
This pussy did not look like my soul mate’s pussy.
Not at all.
This cunt was…odd.
Was my soul mate deformed for an elf?
Well, thank fuck for that.
This was just foul.
I turned the book sideways, wondering if I was looking at it wrong, my brows pulled tightly together. I rumbled in disbelief, “Who in the five kingdoms would want to fuck this?”
The shopkeeper cleared his throat behind me.
I almost dropped the book, jerking in place.
“Your Royal Highness.” The shopkeeper choked on a laugh. “That is a book on horse breeding. The elven selection is three shelves up, away from the hands of youngsters.”
“Ah. That explains a lot.” I closed the book carefully and placed it back on the shelf, keeping my back to him. It would be best to read theentiretitle first from now on. “Thank you. That is very helpful.”
“You’re most welcome, Your Royal Highness. I’ll be at the front counter if you need further assistance.” The shopkeeper attempted to stifle his laughter, but my hearing was excellent.
“That will do.” I waited until he was gone before I examined the correct shelf. I paid attention this time, my dark eyes evaluating the books’ spines. I removed one from the shelf and opened it. I sighed in relief at what I found on the pages, and I whispered, “There we go. That is a normal pussy.”
I flipped through a few more pages.
I nodded in appreciation. There was a wealth of information in just the first chapter, and there were thirty more yet to study. I’d found my elven lovemaking book.
That wasn’ttoopainful.
I sauntered two rows over to the flora section, zoning in on the portrait books, bending to view them better. It was a gift sure to please the elf king—a gift for his soul mate.
The little bell chimed far away at the front door.
I froze in place as a scent tickled my nose, my concentration lost.
Jasmine.
I inhaled heavily.
