And, somehow, this is what I’d ended up with.
Hidden in the shadows. Unable to tell my parents. My kingdom’s people in peril. Afraid for my life. When it should have beenso much more.
Instead…I got this. This shit.
This was what happened when the Fae fucked up.
My burden. My curse.Mysoul mate.
I nibbled on my bottom lip. Because that conniving bastard wasmine. I would burn this Fae fucking realm down to a black stain of cinder if anyone tried taking him away from me.
Oh. Wait. Wait…a moment.
I gulped down a heavy breath. That was deep.
My feelings would do well to step no further.
What I felt for him was quite enough already.
I needed to cage those emotions up…right along with my soul mate.
Now there was a thought! A nice sturdy cage for the tiger, if the bastard ever tried to pull a stunt like he had with the flower.
Another woman in bed with us. That shifter was out of his Fae fucking mind. Truly, how that asshole thought I’d agree to his asinine plan for an heir was beyond even the twinkling lights in a night sky.
Keep wishing on that star, motherfucker.
It. Was.Never. Happening.
Quite literally, since I’d taken control of the issue.
With one more pat on my stomach—happily, this time with that thought—I stepped forward to peruse the goods.
The caster merchant nodded in greeting. “Good day to you. What may I assist—”
“Shush, I’m looking,” I cut him off with a raised, stopping hand.
The caster jerked his head back and stared.
“Way to blend in, Trix,” Caspian whispered as he squeezed between me and another elf looking at the rings.
“You’re here. I’m fine.” I hummed a little ditty as I searched for a ring that looked like the one my soul mate wore. Putting a ring on his finger was one thing. Arousing suspicion was a whole other battle I was not eager to accept.
Caspian shook his head and muttered under his breath, “I can’t believe you’re singing right now. Nothing about this is pleasing.”
“I’m thinking of building a cage.” I kept on humming.
My cousin’s attention snapped down on my face. “What in the realm would you need a cage for?”
“For him,” I sang. “Should he ever act the fool again.”
Caspian’s mouth opened and shut like a fish. He blinked more than a few times, clear shock radiating off him. “You know…I don’t want to know what put that look in your eye.”
I patted his chest twice. “It’s all taken care of, dear cousin. He won’t be trying that again.” After a moment, I spied the perfect caster-spelled ring, snatching it off the table to examine closer. It was a simple golden band with no fanfare or flair, just like the band he now wore. “After all, two heads are better than one. That saying definitely holds true when his addled thoughts run amok.”
He lifted an eyebrow. “So, a cage.”
“A very small one for a small brain.” I waggled the ring at the caster, who was haggling with the other elf. “Hello!Hello, caster peasant! I’ll take this one!”
