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“That’s what I said.”
“Which one?”
“You know which one.”
“Claudette,” I state.
“She will navigate this transition with more ease than you and can show you how to run a house, even a house that is a court. She can also defend you with her magic.”
“If you wanted to see my sister, all you had to do was visit our village.”
D’Artaron turns around and rests his back against the window, crossing his ankles. He’s wearing white riding pants tucked into black leather riding boots, and the rest of his black uniform, perfectly tailored for his large frame, makes him picturesque. I commit this image to my memory so I can draw him like this later. That makes me smile.
“Something funny?” he asks, eyes narrowed.
I shake my head. “Claudette’s husband is the one who put me in this position in the first place.”
“And I need a read on him.”
Oh. “You don’t want Claudette per se. You want her husband.”
“I want the pair of them,” he says. “Here. Where I can see them, not over there in the village where they’re free to make plans for how they’ll marry you off to a male who will ruin you.”
I clear my throat. “Are you talking about Frederick?”
He nods. “Don’t be swayed by his fine manners. A male who can slay his own people for power is a dangerous male.”
“What if I am swayed?”
“Do you want to fuck him?”
I scoff.
“Answer me.”
“No, you answer to me.” The moment it leaves my mouth, I’m shocked I said it.
I expect D’Artaron to get angry and march off, but he approaches me and bows, holding the position until I offer him my hand. He kisses it, a tiny press of his lips, before leaving without a word.
21
D’ARTARON
During stressful times, rest is just as important as overcoming the adversary and rising as a victor. This is why after some of the craziness settles in the Spring Court, I retreat into the princess’s quarters and lie in her former bed, surrounded by her tantalizing scent.
My raging erection bothers me when I walk, so I squeeze hard between my legs. Instead of pain, all I feel is relief. I desperately need a release if I’m to deal with the Spring queen during the mating season.
I unbuckle my harness and my uniform and take my length into my hand and give it a few strokes, already feeling cum spilling out of the slit at the mushroom top and over my fingers. The natural lube makes the stroking smoother, and I wonder how her soft, wet pussy would feel once I breach the hymen and spill her virginal blood.
The moment I think of having her, my sac draws up and I yank her pillow from under my head and ejaculate onto it with each stroke. The force of my multiple orgasms makes my belly harden, every muscle in my body expanding, and before I know it, my horns have sprung out and my clothes have ripped.
So much for getting some rest.
In full battle form, I vault off the bed with a snarl and approach the mirror. A monster stares back at me, and this monster wants the young queen. This means I can’t allow another male near her. I must get rid of Frederick, before I kill him.
His legitimate claim to the throne coupled with his desire to marry his nephew’s widow makes him a good match for the Spring queen. The people as well as the council would approve, and stability would return to the court. But my king seeks the friendship and unwavering support of the Spring Court, and if the Spring Court falls under the rule of Frederick instead of Chloe, this would become more difficult.
Along with that, while Frederick is the king’s brother, he’s nowhere near as powerful as El’jah, who could replace Et’enne if necessary.
