Princess Trixie may have reached her majority.
But only just.
Her king had much to teach her still.
Fae, why was shesodamned young?
Everything about her was a problem.
“You look beautiful,” King Traevon hushed gently. “That dress is much better than the one I picked.”
“Truly?” Hope entered her voice.
“Absolutely. Your mother’s prodigy did a splendid job. I’ll need to give her extra coin on payday,” King Traevon lied through his teeth. “Now, chin up. It’s time to meet your kingdom.”
I flinched at the pulse of distress inside my Fae-spark radiating from the elven princess, the emotion so strong it took me by surprise. I ground my teeth together and kept my hands away from my chest.
Princess Trixie stated on a large exhale, “I am ready.”
Like Fairy she was.The elf was a damned mess.
The door opened behind us, and we stepped aside.
My eyes rounded on my face—and I promptly wiped away all expression from my features. Oh, fuck no. King Traevon needed to take his brat by the arm and haul her ass out of here.
Mayhap… Right. Fucking. Now.
A snarl formed in my throat. It burned as I shoved it down.
How did I think Princess Trixie was young before?
The reason currently eluded me.
This elf did not look young…
I blinked repeatedly. Where was the rest of that outfit?
Truly?
Her tits were wrapped in a red material that crossed over her neck, seizing and covering each tit separately, and showcasing them as a bounty served to all. Itwasa scarf. It had to be. And her skirt? Could I even call it that? The matching red material was so thin you could view the outline of her hips. The fucking slits up each leg revealed her porcelain skin all the way up to her thighs.
My attention snagged on the pointed tips of her ears. Those were adorned with golden jewelry that matched her intricate necklace. Her ears were the only part of her body that was protected from touch—they had better stay that way, too.
I may not appreciate the view, but others fucking would.
Mine.
My upper lip lifted on its own accord while the herald announced their arrival, all eyes turning in their direction.
I flared my nostrils, hot fury building inside my chest. I sent a scathing look at King Traevon, unable to stop myself. This asshole had just made my night that much worse. Fuck making her feel better; he should have gone with his gut and made her change her attire.
The King of Elves’ emerald eyes caught on my heated gaze as he surveyed the room. A red brow slowly rose high on his forehead in silent question. He paused their march in front of me—apparently my scowl was dark enough to cause alarm.
Bad father.
Bad. Fucking. Father.
I snarled softly, needing to get control of myself before I carted the princess out of this room. “It is nothing to concern yourself over, King Traevon. I am merely grumpish from hunger.”
