What had the shopkeeper called his assistant?
Troublesome?
Deadly, more like.
My “dirty book” was supposed to be wrapped in orange.
Notred.
Minnie and Princess Trixie tilted to the side to see what held the king immobile, their entire frames locking down tight at what they viewed. My soul mate’s eyes widened as large as mine, her shocked gaze snapping in my direction, catching the dread on my features before I could hide it.
I instantly shuttered my expression.
What a fucking blunder.It was about to get bloody in here.
Abruptly, Minnie tipped her head back and laughed with absolute delight. “Oh my Fae. This is simply hysterical, Your Royal Highness. It’s the best gift so far. Well done.”
She had…unknowingly saved our asses.
I swiftly chuckled and rocked back on my heels. I plastered a wicked smile on my face and crossed my arms, stating roughly, “Since it’s your soul-mated anniversary, everyone can use a refresher now and then. It could come in handy tonight.”
Minnie tittered behind her hand, warbling, “Trust me, my king handles things just fine. But we adore this gift all the same.”
King Traevon peered up from the book with a decidedly deadly look in his eyes. Both of his red eyebrows lifted, and he stated calmly, “Yes, thank you for your gift. It was an excellent choice.”
My grin turned genuine, relishing the torment he was under—and watching him try to be polite. The tables had turned, and it was pleasant from this view. I rumbled with honesty and lies, “I thought it was a brilliant book when I discovered it. Perfect for this splendid occasion. I hope you enjoy it.” I lowered my head once more. “Again, congratulations. May you have many more reasons to celebrate in the future, King Traevon.”
The King of Elves dipped his head, inattentively handing over the gift to the waiting servant. “Thank you for coming, King Athon. Your presence is duly noted and appreciated on our glorious day.”
Princess Trixie’s eyelashes fluttered as she straightened on her chair, her mien once more composed, her gaze subtly following the servant, knowing full well why I had purchased that book in the first place—since it had been her bright, fucking suggestion.
I nodded once that I had heard him, my time mercifully done. Bishop and I strolled past the line, appraising the ballroom. It was time to circulate and make nice with all the wealthy and influential of the five kingdoms.
