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Who knows. Maybe you can enjoy it later. After you’ve killed Zalith and the rest of the royal family. If you’re not a hunted fugitive with a bounty on your head by then.
When I finish in the bath and am wrapped up in a fluffy, white towel, woven from the softest fabric ever, I walk out into the bedroom area.
And stop, as I stare in shock at a group of about ten naga servants who are waiting for me.
They have brought along a pedestal and several bags of clothing. One of them carries a tape measure and scissors, while another carries a box of what looks like pins.
“We’re here to get you dressed for the day, miss,” one of the naga volunteers, and her obvious anxiety sends her voice climbing a few octaves.
“Okay,” I say slowly.
How the fuck did I get here? How did I get to a point in my life where I am being served by naga?
“All of you?” I continue, and the entire group of naga nods in unison.
Well, you were trying to infiltrate the royal family. Somehow, you managed to do it, in an entirely different way than what you planned.
I swallow slightly, licking my suddenly dry lips, and then step forward and let the towel fall.
* * *
Slyth is waitingfor me outside his chambers and walks in once all the servants who were helping me to dress have filed out of the room.
I am staring at myself in the mirror, which I asked them to leave behind because I still cannot quite believe that I am wearing what I am.
“I had it made overnight.” I look at Slyth, somewhat distractedly, and then I look back at the mirror. “And I made sure that there were extra compartments for your weapons.”
The clothing I am wearing is the finest and most luxurious clothing I have ever seen.
“I noticed,” I tell Slyth with a smile when he walks up to me. “About the space for my weapons, I mean.”
He smiles at me, slips an arm around my waist, and kisses me on the cheek.
“I think that it is time for you to meet your hosts,” he says, and after only a second’s hesitation, I follow him out of his chambers. The rest of the castle is as luxurious as Slyth’s chambers, but I don’t miss the fact that it is very plain. I remember distantly that the naga prize nature above status symbols, but even in the clean lines and empty space, there’s no mistaking that this is a palace fit for royalty.
Slyth leads me to a small room on the floor below us. It is clearly a dining room because we are greeted by a table that groans underneath the weight of the food on it.
And there are two people inside the dining room.
My stomach drops as both turn to me.
One of them is a tall naga, who I presume is Prince Zalith. And Prince Zalith has his arm around the waist of the other person. A woman.
A human woman, a voluptuous woman with bright blonde hair, sparkling eyes, and a belly that is distended and low.
“This is Prince Zalith and his mate, Aurora,” Slyth says gently and steers me towards them.
“Princess Aurora,” Slyth adds as Zalith and then Aurora take my hand and greet me.
I watch as Slyth hugs Prince Zalith. Then he kisses Aurora on her forehead and rubs her belly warmly. The kiss isn’t romantic at all, and it is clear that Prince Zalith does not feel threatened by Slyth’s small action of affection towards Aurora.
“Why don’t we all sit down?” Aurora says brightly as I realize that she must be the woman that Slyth helped with her magic. “Please,” Aurora adds, and there is desperation in her stunning eyes. “My feet are killing me.”
Prince Zalith laughs and ushers his mate to a chair, while Slyth and I take seats opposite them. I do not interact much with Prince Zalith and Princess Aurora as we eat a small meal. I think that Slyth can tell that I am in too much shock.
You need to kill him before you start to like him,a dark and slightly venomous voice in my head speaks after I have laughed lightly at an exchange between Prince Zalith and Princess Aurora, who are talking about baby names.
I know then that if I do not kill Zalith soon, I will start to like him, and my hatred will be more difficult to maintain.
