covering areas that desperately needed to be covered for decorum’s sake. With a warning edging his tone, King Traevon explained, “Queen Alora, this is my heir, Princess Trixie Towers. She will be joining us today for our meeting. Trixie, this is Queen Alora Kaiz, Queen of Merfolk.”
King Athon entered the room silently. He rested back against a wall covered in paintings, somehow managing not to bump them off, crossing his arms to silently watch everyone. His bold features were entirely blank, even when Bishop walked over to whisper in his ear.
It appeared he had his royal game face on.
I turned my body a little more so I wouldn’t have to see him.
Queen Alora sauntered in all her magnificence toward us. Her high ponytail of lush waves, bright hues of pink, purple, blue, yellow, and green, swished back and forth with her overly fancy stride. Seven feet tall of luscious curves and glimmering bronze skin, and the queen knew how to work a room. Her solid sky blue eyes with white sparkles throughout were homed on me, the gills she had now closed on land hid behind her pointed ears.
Father nudged my back unobtrusively.
Oh, yes. I must do this again.
I swept myself down into the most perfect curtsey, wishing like bloody Fairy that I could grab a new pair of underwear somewhere. I was definitely wet, annoyingly so.
I stated clearly, “Queen Alora, you are as beautiful as the songs that are written about you.”
“Well, isn’t she a charmer, King Traevon,” Queen Alora said on a high-pitched laugh. I wanted to cut my ears off. She tapped the crown of my head with the simple brush of one finger. “You may rise.”
I lifted and stretched my back covertly. All I craved to do was lie down, spread my legs, and have a quick fuck. And that was the absolute last thing that I should do. Because no one else was going to be able to quench this urge but an illegal shifter king.
Death this way comes…
My thoughts were utter trash right now.
This was what the Fae damned urge did to you.
The white sparkles in the queen’s solid blue gaze danced frantically in her eyes, perfectly showing she was not as calm as she appeared to be. She asked, “Do you believe you are ready for the royal summits, Princess Trixie.”
“King Traevon believes I am, Your Royal Highness.”
“But what about you?”
“I think it is still too early for me, but I will try my hardest to do right by my king and my people,” I answered honestly. “If King Traevon says I should be here, then here I shall be.”
She lifted an arched eyebrow. “You are very blunt.”
I chuckled softly in her face, my smile a little forbidding. “And you are not the first person to say that, Your Royal Highness. I think it adds a unique flair to my personality. It is something you will get used to, even if it is unusual for you.” Because I would not change for a vain and egotistical twat.
Queen Alora switched her regard to my father. “I’m not positive I like this change, King Traevon. I think you should have discussed it with us first.”
Father stared. “Why would I do that? She is my heir, no one else’s. She will one day be the Queen of Elves. What I choose to teach her, and when I choose to teach her, is solely up to me, Queen Alora. You are severely overstepping your boundaries if you think to make her leave.”
The merfolk queen huffed. “This is exceedingly unusual for someone so young to be here.”
“And, yet, she is here. And here, she will stay.” King Traevon pivoted to the side and gestured with his left hand to the back of the room. “Since you have finally arrived, shall we begin our meeting?”
Queen Alora chose to concede her argument—because Father was right—and whooshed her way around King Traevon, taking the lead. “All right, everyone, we should get down to business. This will probably take us a while.”
Fucking Fae fabulous. I needed a drink.
Preferably with a side of shifter cock.
I groaned inwardly. I needed mental help, too.
All of the royals started toward the back door. Their personal guards stayed behind, not allowed in the private meetings.
I dutifully followed Father.
Behind the main greeting room, the conference room was situated. It was directly in the center of High Pointe, the stained glass domed ceiling reaching its apex and casting glorious light all throughout the circular room. Five large desks sat