Page 17 of Tattooed By The Elf

“Mahmi.” I went over to her and gave her a huge hug. “How are you?”

“Wonderful.” She looked over at Brooke. “Who is this goddess?” She asked me.

“My Brooke.” I stood up taller, waiting for my mother to assess her.

“Oh, my dearest sonji. She’s breathtaking.” Mahmi moved over and pulled Brooke in for a hug. “My daughtji, welcome home.”

Brooke hugged her back just as tightly. “Thank you.”

“Oh, I can’t wait to tell your fahmi. He’s going to be so thrilled that he can retire soon. Come.” Mahmi motioned toward the castle.

“Ah, can we get her cleaned up first?” I asked.

“Nonsense. You can do that after.”

My fatmi was over the moon about meeting her. He wanted to show her off to the rest of the family but I stood my ground. We needed to clean up first, get proper clothes for Brooke, and then we could socialize.

“Why don’t you want me to meet them just yet?” Brooke asked as we walked up to my room.

“You smell like me. It’s obvious in your scent that we’ve rutted recently and you haven’t showered.”

“Oh! Is that bad?” She asked looking around, now self conscious,.

“It’s rude to parade around the evidence. You’re the next queen, they need to see you as such immediately.”

Brooke nodded, understanding.

We got to my room and when I opened the door Brooke gasped. “This isn’t a room! It’s an entire wing.”

I shrugged. I had a full staff up here that took care of me. There were three sleeping areas, a kitchen, living room, study, guest area, nursery…

“You don’t know what the definition of a room is.” She muttered as we stepped inside.

“Princere Saheime, is there something I can do for you?” Tuff asked. He commanded my area.

“This is Brooke, my mate.” I introduced her to him.

“Everybody, quiet!” Tuffy said.

The room silenced. He then kneeled at the feet of Brooke. “My queen.”

The rest of the staff followed suit.

“Thank you.” She said nervously.

“We need to find her a command.” Tuff said to me as he stood. “Clothes, hairstylist, groomswoman, and… Are you a size ten, madam?”

“How did you know?” Brooke asked.

“It’s my job. We need a shoemaker and cobbler.” He said. I looked over to see Bam taking notes as Tuff spoke.

“Very well. Let's get you two settled in.”

We showered separately because there was a team in there with her. They were probably doing her hair, nails, toes, and even shaving her.

A few hours later when Brooke walked into our room, she was even more glorious than she had been before. Her curls were radiant, her face was clean of makeup, but her face was still groomed. Her eyebrows were more profound and her lips had a little more pout to them.

“Well, that took forever.” She said as she came over and crawled into my lap.