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“Now, Princess,” I say to the female, “this would be a good time to extend your hand the way Fleur showed you.”
“But I’ve known these two males my whole life,” she protests.
I approach her and tap her elbow. “When a royal refuses her hand, it is a sign of disrespect, as if the male is unworthy of her attention. Such behavior might be celebrated in the Unseelie courts, but it’s frowned upon in our courts.”
She extends her hand.
Amartis removes his hat and blows his bangs out of his eyes before smiling, showing his left dimple, which females find attractive. “Little Chloe married a prince.” He bows and kisses her hand. “And became a little princess. Your brother must be proud.”
Amartis glances at me at the mention of my best friend, who abandoned military duties for a pitiful farm and vineyard life. The finest blade wielder in the two Seelie courts now plows fields and wastes away planting grapes. Since our disagreement over how Alestho should live his life, I haven’t been back to our province, not even to visit my folks.
Pavonos bows, then groans with his hand between his legs. “Sorry, Princess, got a suspicious sore on my left ball sac.”
Amartis whacks him upside his head. “Have some respect for the…Wait a moment.” He turns to me. “During the winter wedding, you set Alestho’s baby sister’s dress on fire?”
Naturally, the rumor mill worked its way down the fae channels, and now they’re saying I’m setting royal virgins on fire. Figuratively speaking.
“I set my dress on fire,” the princess protests, as if that sounds better.
“Yeah.” Pavonos claps my shoulder. “He’s always had that burning effect on females.”
“We are done talking about that night now,” I say, cutting them off. “I have a job for you.”
Pavonos rubs his hands. “What’s it pay?”
I tell them.
The princess whistles. “Holy shit.”
I shake my head at her potty mouth.
“I accept,” Pavonos says.
Amartis shrugs. “Sure.”
“Oh, D’Artaron,” I mock, “what’s the job about? Why so much money? Is it dangerous, perhaps? Will it cost me my life?”
Pavonos waves a hand. “Inconsequential. Will it deliver excitement and can I get laid?”
“Exciting, yes. You will be getting laid.” By other females. Nobody touches the princess. After what I found out from the messenger, she’s completely off-limits. In fact, I ought to hire female guards especially to guard her womb. “The pair of you are assigned to the princess. Take her to the dark tower, then return here for the briefing.” I return to sit at my desk, but everyone is still standing in the room.
Walking back to them, I flick two fingers and push open the door with my magic, then stand aside to let the female pass.
The princess stops beside me, her slender shoulder brushing the front of my uniform. I allow myself to breathe in her pleasant scent. It’s soft. Inviting.
She looks up, and, unaware I’m arresting her and putting her away until I can investigate what happened in the Spring Court, she hugs me.
“Thank you, D’Artaron.”
She inhales my scent too. I can even hear her breath hitch as she scents my arousal, raised by the proximity of her body. I wish she would stop touching me.
When she steps back, she’s as red as a tomato and clearly uncomfortable, unable to move even, staring up at me with those big, green, submissive eyes that beg for my attention.
I give it to her. “Be a good girl, and let these fine males escort you to safety.”
Her eyes light up. “Yes, sir.”
Pavonos follows her with a smirk.
