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“What if he reports your behavior to the King?” Maywin whispered, voicing my own inner dread.
I gnawed on the inside of my cheeks, but I didn’t slow my gait.
“I hope he does,” I replied haughtily, although I didn’t really mean it. “Maybe that will encourage King Cade out of his hiding place finally.”
Several more turns and steps found us at yet another set of stairs, not the ones that had originally taken us up and then down to the ballroom, but we used them, anyway. Eventually, we would orient ourselves… I hoped.
Or else, Grisella really would end up sending that search party for us.
For a moment, I allowed my mind to wander, envisioning myself lost on the upper floors of the palace for days until Axel valiantly burst through a door to carry me out in his arms as I struggled to live.
No! No, not Axel! King Cade. I don’t want Axel. I can’t think like this.
I didn’t even like Axel. He was just another thorn in the Ironhelm rosebush.
“I hope the King shows himself soon,” I muttered, more to myself than Maywin. “Him keeping his distance like this isn’t helping matters at all.”
“In the meantime, Axel isn’t so difficult to look at,” my maid whispered.
I whipped my head around, and she blushed furiously, lowering her eyes. I pursed my lips together to keep from laughing, pivoting my head back before she could see it.
“Maybe next time, you should stay in your room,” I suggested, barely swallowing a giggle. “I wouldn’t want you to lose control of yourself.”
Maywin guffawed, and we both continued through the maze of halls.
It took us almost an hour, but we found our way back to our suite of rooms. Maywin and I refused to use magic to orient ourselves, relying only on our instincts. When we arrived, we both retreated to our respective rooms.
But I was certain that both Maywin and I were having exactly the same thoughts about the same infuriating trainer in our respective beds, each pleasuring ourselves in precisely the same way as we lulled ourselves into sleep.
Yet as I drifted off, spent and guilty, I couldn’t suppress the pangs of loneliness that swept through me. I was homesick for Carrottrove already.
Maywin was wrong. There was no way I was making friends in Ironhelm City.
Chapter4
Cade
Iwas almost hyperventilating when I sent for Aradia, my palms sweating. I had come remarkably close to blowing my own cover in the ballroom with Zephyrine, her mouth in dire need of silencing… with mine?
I shook off the incredible attraction I’d felt toward the startling beautiful fae, her alarmingly good looks taking me aback. I hadn’t been expecting her to be so fucking hot, the image of her soulful dark eyes still burning in my head. Nor had I expected her to have such a fiery personality.
It took me a full minute to recognize that my pulse was pounding from the desire I felt toward my future queen, and not simply because of her surly attitude—although that didn’t help my hardening cock at all. I was furious.
Who the hell does she think she is, talking to me like that?!
I quickly reminded myself that she had no idea that I was the king, or that she was supposed to be showing me any respect, but that shouldn’t make a difference. She was still promised to marryaking. She had to know her proper place and what was expected of her role. She couldn’t just walk around lipping off to anyone like a party girl on a Friday night.
I bit on my lower lip so hard, I tasted blood, refusing to let the overwhelming attraction I had for the stunning, smoldering beauty overtake my better judgment. So what if she had huge, doe-like eyes that would melt butter on impact? That long, shimmering, black hair and curved but firm body was of no consequence to me, pouty lips or not. It would take more than good looks to be an effective queen, and Zephyrine was displaying none of the qualities that I knew the kingdom needed—Ineeded.
I paced around, willing my erection to diminish, Zephyrine’s deceptively innocent doe eyes luring me into a reverie. I could have lost myself in the depth of the deep, submissive darkness forever.
Maybe that was part of her charms. I hadn’t figured out her unique magic yet. Could seduction be one of her powers?
Was she part enchantress?
Swallowing, I dug my hands into the depth of my pockets to readjust my dick as Aradia resurfaced in the bedroom in front of me. I couldn’t let Aradia or anyone else see me all hot and bothered.
“What is it?” the enchantress asked, reappearing in a solid state in front of me.
