I held still on my side and trembled where I lay, my thighs blazing with agony and my flesh frozen.
“Trixie!” Father shouted and crawled over to me. “Fuck! Hold still.” Instantly, there were hands rolling me completely onto my stomach, and hovering over my flesh. “Shit, shit, shit.”
“Get the Fae fuck off me, King Elon!” King Athon snarled, and then athumpsounded and my soul mate was on his knees next to my left hip. He inhaled deeply andgrowled. “All right. I will hold her down. You remove them.”
“What is it?” I gasped. “It hurts so much.”
“They appear to be very thin teeth,” Father hissed.
My soul mate rested his large palm on the back of my left calf and the other on my rear, placing enough pressure to keep me from moving overmuch. Even as my Fae-spark flared with his power. “Do it, King Traevon. Make it fast.”
Father whispered, “I am sorry, my daughter. This will hurt.”
I clenched my jaw shut and squealed as each tooth was pulled from my body, my blood running down the sides of my legs. Each puncture healed instantly from the gifted power, but ithurt.
Then…it…didn’t?
My body slumped against the floor, while my father worked. And there was only one explanation for that. I mumbled in awe, “Thank you ever so much, Queen Alora.”
“Yes, well, you did help to save my life,” Queen Alora croaked, apparently still lying on the floor from the low direction of her voice. “This is owed, Princess Trixie.”
Hesitantly, King Athon lifted his hand from my person.
I blinked at the spotless floor in front of my face. “How did we all survive?”
King Athonsnarledsoftly. “I was the tree and the trident was the fruit. Everyone was climbing me to grab it.”
I chuckled under my breath.
“It was not humorous, elf. And I don’t know which one of you bit my ear and almost ripped it off, but that was uncalled for.”
Quickly, Queen Mikko cleared her throat somewhere down by my feet. “To be fair, I couldn’t see anything and it was the only way to stay attached to you at the time. But I do apologize, King Athon.”
King Elon groaned off to the left. “I will simply apologize right now for what I grabbed, King Athon. I was coming up from thebottom, and it merely happened by accident.”
As he swiftly pulled more teeth from my thighs, Father muttered, “I think I must have been the only lucky royal to have found the trident on my own.”
King Athon snapped, “I know it was you that pinched the Fae fuck out of my side. Do not pretend it was otherwise.”
“I do not know what you are referring to,” King Traevon hummed.
I snickered and whispered, “That is his lying voice.”
“Yes, elf,” King Athon muttered drolly. “I think I understand that. But thank you ever so much for pointing it out.Andslamming your head against mine.”
“Actually, I believe it wasyouwho slammed your head against mine.” I sniffed. “Quite so.”
With one last pluck of a tooth, my father patted my back. “There you go, my daughter. They are all gone.”
Carefully, I pushed up and made sure my head was not too woozy. As I rose slowly, I looked around at the early morning sunlight filtering in different hues from the stained glass ceiling.
I walked to where Queen Alora sprawled on the ground and bent over her face. “My caster-spelled seashell, Your Royal Highness.”
The Merfolk Queen groaned but lifted her hands and removed it with a singular tap. The rest of the royals followed suit, having her removed theirs. And, she stuffed them down the top of her swimwear, uncaring at the moment it was completely ill-mannered.
I squinted. “Um…where are the Misfits?”
The door to the conference room banged open.
