“The royal treatment,” He chuckled.
She laughed and I smirked as well. What a corny name, but not a bad one. What else would you call a foursome with three royal Fae males? Images from that night in the lounge flashed in my mind, and my body temperature rose. I knew that any normal freshly marked female would be irritated by the current conversation, but it had me intrigued. I knew so little about Titus before he took the throne, so little in general.
“Tell me dear Delilah, I am such a sucker for gossip, has Lord Titus given you ‘the royal treatment‘ yet?” She asked as she took another sip witharched brow.
Titus replied for me while I felt the weight of his hand rub my shoulder. “No, this one I decided, I want all to myself.”
Well now I felt guilty for just fantasizing about screwing him and his friends. My heart swelled to his words, and now I knew I needed to shove away that burning curiosity of what the royal treatment would have been like. I felt as though I was having a sexual midlife crisis… or was it a sexual awakening? One minute I gave up on my old life and became Titus’s mate, the next I had the urge to experiment with a female, and now I was getting all hot and bothered over the idea of multiple males at once?
I don’t think I developed sexually the way I should have. I knew it was because of the trauma from my past. I never even tried to have sex again until Danny, and then I married Jared. I was beginning to realize that my outlook on pleasure was very narrow, and being in the Faerie realm had widened my view to all the shameless possibilities.
She nodded with a contemplative smile and her tucked away wings seemed to droop lower somehow. I could see the slightest flash of disappointment cross her face.
“That’s a shame, sharing can be so…satisfying,” she said seductively with her eyes digging into my soul as she swirled the wine in her glass. She shifted her attention to Titus. “Though, I do understand of course.”
Titus cleared his throat and kept the meeting on track. “We are interested in any information on ancient lineage specifically in the mortal realm.” I exhaled a breath I must have been holding.
She raised a brow, “what an odd request, angels cannot procreate with mortals, so there shouldn’t be any ancient lineage in mortal blood lines” she replied.
“Yes, I am aware, do you have any texts that could suggest otherwise?” Titus retorted.
Her moth-like wings nearly expanded all the way in excitement. “Now you have my attention old friend, what need do you have for such bizarre information?” she asked slyly as her face lit up with intrigue.
“That is classified, but it is also a personal matter…old friend.” Titus responded with a polite fake smile.
She stopped and thought for a few moments. “Excuse me for a moment,” Then she stood up and flitted out her office with her moth-like wings. She returned shortly with a large book with solid gold bindings. She set it on the desk and put on some soft white gloves. She carefully opened the thick metallic cover and began to gently flip through the pages. The book looked incredibly old. So old it looked foreign, like from another world, another planet even.
“Here at Coralis Falls we are lucky to have a translated copy of the book of Micheal, it is incredibly old, written during the great war, one of the few surviving texts from before the realm divided. Micheal, one of the four Archangels has an account I think you may find particularly interesting.” She began to read.
~It had been 709 years since the archangel Micheal had seen his brother, 709 years since his brother was exiled and banished to the lowest part of existence, and in 709 years the pain still remained. He yearned deeply for his brother, missing him so intensely it brought him the sickness of immortal death. Desperate, he pleaded with the creator for just one meeting, convinced that seeing his brother just once, would restore his health. Moved by his plea, the creator showed mercy and created a special place—a neutral realm stripped of all magic—where they could reunite safely. However, when Michael arrived, he did not recognize his brother; exiled to the strange lower existence had altered every part of his being, he was made into something new, leaving him unrecognizable and enveloped in darkness. Yet, as soon as his brother spoke, Michael knew it was him. They embraced, andMichael still sensed the spark of the Archangel within him, a gift once bestowed by the creator. ~
“I’m…lost,” I admitted embarrassingly.
She smiled at me graciously and replied, “Micheal describes his brother as being changed into something completely new, but at the end he still could sense the spark of the archangel within him, it’s just a theory but if archangels couldn’t breed with mortals, then what if this completely new version of a former archangel could?”
I felt like I was going to throw up. My mind couldn’t even process what I was hearing.
Titus finished his wine and replied with one simple word, “Interesting,” then thanked the archivist for her time.
“Are you alright, love?—you look pale,” she asked genuinely.
“Yes, just nervous about traveling back through the channel.” I lied. I was surprised at how well… maybe Faerie wine had another ability.
“Oh, well, I assume you came in from below?” She looked to Titus for confirmation. He nodded.
“A hidden passageway is located in the basement here at the archives, offering direct access to the staircase inside the column through a tunnel. It was constructed as an emergency route to help evacuate and save the books if necessary, you have my permission to use it.” She nodded graciously.
“Thank you, that is so very kind of you.” I replied.
She took my hand and her eyes sparkled as she said, “I hope we meet again someday Delilah.”
I hope we did too.
Once we were safe below and halfway down the spiral stairs of the column, the air turned cooler and damp against my skin. Our footsteps echoed in the hollow stone.
Titus asked, “are you going to tell me what that was all about?”
“Which part?” A lot had happened in that office, and my mind still felt scrambled. I wasn’t sure which part of the roller coaster of emotions he was inquiring about.
