of them. “Can we finish this before the other rulers come down, please?”
King Athon stared at the bra, debating…
“Put it back in there, King Athon,” I growled, flashing my fangs. “We may need that.”
Father sniffed and turned his regard to the other king. “My daughter is correct. We may need it. We don’t know what will be in the forest.”
King Athon’s straight nose scrunched, but he did drop it back into the bag. His large hand went back into action, searching deeper now, even while he asked evenly, “The man you stole it from, does he know who took it from him?”
“He’s not an issue, anymore,” I stated elusively. “There will be no repercussions from the theft.”
Father grunted. Then patted me on top of my head.
King Athon peeked at my father. “She was there that night, wasn’t she?”
King Traevon simply stated, “You would have to ask Princess Trixie if she was there when your people burned.”
“Same old answer, different day,” King Athon mumbled, distracted by something else he had found. His eyes snapped back down to my bag. “At least you are consistent, King Traevon.”
Father tipped his head up, trying to peek into my bag. “What else did you find?” He almost sounded excited.
The King of Shifters stared down at what he held, still hidden inside my bag, a robust laugh bursting from his lush lips. “Trust me, King Traevon, there are some things a father really doesn’t want to know.”
My cheeks instantly flushed rosy red. “Let go of that!”
Father froze for a moment and then groaned under his breath. With much pain in his tone, Father muttered, “Release her dildo, King Athon.”
King Athon did no such thing. He brought it up into full view for everyone and waved it slowly back and forth. With much spiteful amusement, he asked cruelly, “So this is how small an elven dick is? That is quite embarrassing for your kingdom, King Traevon.”
The door banged open.
Queen Mikko, Queen Alora, and King Elon stopped walking, all three sets of eyes stuck on us. Or, more precisely, the dildo in King Athon’s hand for one and all to view. My dildo.
“Oh my Fae,” I breathed in horror.
Their eyes crinkled at the edges with confusion.
Maybe they didn’t know what it was yet.
Please Fae, let that be true.
I launched myself at the shifter king. I jumped and slammed hard against his chest, one of my hands gripping a fistful of his hair at the back of his head and the other grabbing the dildo right above his gripping hand. My bag was trapped between us with my legs wrapped around his waist. I jerked his head back hard at the same time I twisted the dildo out of his fist.
This all happened in an alarming second.
I stuffed the dildo back into my bag between us, right as a deadly tiger’s growl exploded in the stunned silence. I jerked his head up so I could stare into his raging eyes. I snarled, “That was not giving me a modicum of privacy, Your Royal Highness.”
Right behind me, Father stated softly, “King Athon, please put your claws away. My daughter will get down and apologize.”
Did it sound like a…plea?
My father never begged anyone for anything.
I released the shifter king’s hair and glanced down at his arms, my forehead wrinkling in confusion. My eyes traveled slowly down the slope of his overlarge limbs until they disappeared high behind my back, not touching me. I started to turn my head to look behind me, but my soft cheek hit something very sharp. I held still and peeked to the side.
Oh my Fae.
His claws were aimed right at my head, the tiniest sliver away from my flesh, six inches long and sharp as Fae fuck.
I moved my eyes back to his, and stated grudgingly, “I’m sorry for touching you, Your Royal Highness.”
“Idiot,” King Athon bit out through clenched teeth, his claws disappearing. He grabbed my waist and threw me back with such force my chin smacked down against my chest. My small body smashed into my father’s, who caught me with quick arms. King Athon snarled, “Your heir needs a reminder of protocol, King Traevon.”
“Quite so.” Father held me closely against him, safely protected in his embrace, and backed us away from the shifter king. My bag had dropped to the marble floor when we’d separated. Father stated evenly, “My apologies, King Traevon.”
Safely protected in my father’s arms, I looked up slowly and rubbed at my chin. That had frightened me more than it