“Coward.”
“Shh, you two,” Fabia whispers from a few steps behind us. “If I can hear you –”
She stops abruptly, perhaps not wanting to chance it.
I look at my bodyguard and grin.
He glares at me, but there’s a look in his eyes that has me saying whatever bollocks comes to mind just so he can’t get a word in. The last thing I need is him loudly saying I think I can take her in a fight.
“Are the period panties in Brownston real?”
Why the fuck did I ask that?
That isnotsomething I want to know.
This is way worse than anything Jace could’ve said.
The fact that he laughs confirms that too.
For fuck’s sake, I should have kept my mouth shut, but Echo scares the shit out of me.
“Oh,yes!”Arienna exclaims with so much joy, I know I’m outlawing the damn things. No brownie is ever going to get a permit to sell them at our markets. “I designed –”
Oh dear gods.
“Them myself!”
Thankfully, we reach the bottom of the stairs, and I “very gracefully” shove her into the crowd of people so she can’t continue our conversation.
“Are any of you on your periods?” she ask.
They freeze.
I freeze.
Echo disappears into the crowd to attend to “other stuff”.
Jace snort-chuckles.
And Fabia, I’m pretty sure, mutters, “You fucking idiot.”
“Um… no, Your Majesty,” one of the women says. She has blonde hair and blue eyes and enough panic on her face to know where this is going. Two of the others shake their head in ignorant bliss, but the fourth one very softly says, “Yes.”
“I’m so sorry you don’t have pantie lickers here,” my queen says sadly.
“Do you mean…” She clears her throat as she glances at the other women. “Pantyliners, Your Majesty? Because –”
“I think I hear my husband calling,” the blonde woman says as she bows quickly at the two of us, then hurries off. My wife waves at her before turning to the woman on her period.
“– we have those here.”
“Nope! I mean panty lickers,” my queen says without any shame or embarrassment whatsoever. “They’re panties with tongues – not real tongues though.” Frowning, she shakes her head. “That prototype didn’t work so well because it turns out leaches mightlooklike tongues and –”
“Apologies, Your Majesty,” one of the other women says. “My husband is also calling.”
“You don’t even have –” I start, attempting to derail this conversation however way I can, but she’s gone long before I get the rest of the sentence out.Dammit.
“– they might love sucking blood,” Arienna continues, “but they donotlike licking it.”
