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“I’m not warty, and my teeth are fine.”
“You’re also way too skinny for my tastes.”
Rainier rolled his eyes as he glanced up and down Billy who was rather average but young. “Are you even eighteen?”
“I turned eighteen a few months ago,” said Billy.
“You’re too young for my tastes.”
“I also have no interest in marrying a Prince. No offense, but that’s never been my dream even though I also liked men as well as women before I converted. I reminded my parents that as a Christian, I can’t marry a man, but they were eager for us to come down here after Queen Eliza wrote. Usually, they’re not too pushy, but they said I might change my mind once I met you. I think the potential of me becoming the King in the future was pretty tempting to them.”
“I’m sure.”
Billy bit his lip and seemed to be struggling not to laugh. “I think Queen Eliza must not be informed on human religions and doesn’t know that a Christian won’t marry a man. Or at least most of them won’t. This whole thing was a failure from the start, but I enjoyed the trip. You have a very nice home.”
Rainier leaned on the doorway and laughed. He had completely forgotten that Christians weren’t supposed to have gay relationships, and Mum hadn’t thought twice.
“She thinks you’ll fix me and because you’re Christian, you won’t let me put kitty ears on you before I fuck you,” said Rainier. “That’s her problem. I’m sure you have no interest in that, so we’d be a terrible match.”
Billy straightened his blue coat. “That’s not my thing. My parents are quite insulted because you haven’t come down, and your Mother is smiling, but it’s more like the calm before a storm. I told her I’ll only marry a woman, and she’s probably thinking that I basically wasted her time even though it was Father who insisted we come down here. Well, it was nice meeting you, and if anyone ever asks back home, I can tell them you’re not ugly.”
“Enjoy your trip.”
Rainier closed the door. Good Elira. Mum thought devout only equaled no kinky stuff and forgot the big rule in Christianity about men not fucking. More than ever, he was glad he hadn’t bothered to go downstairs. What a waste. Even if Billy wasn’t a Christian, he wasn’t Rainier’s type.
Mum didn’t bother him again. She was probably stewing that her plan hadn’t worked. The Reggers wouldn’t turn around and go home right after eating, so he stayed in his room all day. He let Inky in and out as he pleased, and he wished he had Felix to talk to and cuddle with.
Inky made him happy, and he was a great little buddy, but Felix was the one who had truly made him feel at ease. Rainier could see them having more, but again, that was all a fantasy with Mum breathing down his neck.
He hoped Felix’s Grandma had made it and was doing better. Maybe a note would soon come once Felix had time.
He went downstairs that night to get something to eat. After two days of no food, his stomach felt like it was gnawing on itself. He needed something small, but as he stood in the pantry with the lantern and Inky winding around his ankles, nothing seemed right.
Earlier, he had checked himself out in his looking glass and couldn’t tell if he’d lost weight. Billy probably needed his eyes checked because Rainier was sure he hadn’t lost anything, and he still felt fat despite not eating for two days.
He couldn’t even do one thing that Mum expected. He’d get no peace and still be fat on top of it. What was the point of his life?
He remembered when a couple of bed buddies had told him he was too thin, and he’d immediately discarded the comments in his mind. Even Felix had said he’d lost weight and seemed concerned.
But there wasn’t anything to be worried about when he was plump despite being able to see his rib bones. He just had to eat something to live because no fairy could go forever without food, but what else was he supposed to cut at this point?
How could he be so hungry and fat at the same time? It wasn’t fair that everyone else could eat three meals a day and possibly snacks too. They didn't gain weight.
He sat on the floor against the wall, thumped his head on it, and took a deep breath. The sight of all of the food that he couldn’t eat was torture, so he tapped the lantern to put it out. Inky butted his hand, so he stroked the cat’s head.
He could go down in the cellar and eat an apple or a few carrots. Surely, that wouldn’t add more fat, right? He was so ravenous, the pastries in their glass dome practically taunted him as he sat in the dark. Even when he closed his eyes, he could still imagine one on a plate and how it would taste.
The honey glaze would be sweet, and the fruit in the middle would also be sweet, but it would have a slight tartness, and it might have little seeds for textures. Every fucking bite would slide down so easily, and the constant hollowness in his gut would ease.
Someone let out a small gasp, and he jumped as Inky scuttled out. A light practically blinded him, and he blinked at the figure in the doorway.
“What are you doing on the floor?” snapped Mum.
He tapped his lantern, and her accusing tone nearly shriveled him. He’d been fantasizing about a damn pastry like a dog, and it was a wonder he hadn’t been drooling like one too. Wait, what was she doing in here?
“Why are you in here and in your dressing gown?” he asked.
“That’s none of your business,” she snapped.
