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He nods.
Holy shit. I made a wish to find a prince that could match that level of girth of the dildo and damn did the universe deliver. But, if he’s a prince, that means—
“Am I a princess?”
“Technically, yes.”
My throat constricts. I don’t even know the first thing about being a princess, let alone being a princess to monsters. Not to mention, I’m woefully underdressed in this oversized shirt turned dress. No wonder he was so pissed.
“I am so sorry, Orcus. I really didn’t mean for any of this to happen. You know that, right?”
“I do now.” He sighs. “I realized when the folk fell in my pit that you were probably telling the truth.”
“Probably?”
“It’s when you marched up to the snake, I knew you weren’t from this world. No folk in their right mind would do what you did.”
Read: no one would be that stupid.
I mean, fair. “I’m sorry for the things I did when I was hungry. So you were mad about the throne… but the furies? What about that?”
Edgar groans, and I glance at him, but he simply changes positions and falls back asleep. There’s more color in his cheeks than when he was on Earth. He’s still so frail. I don’t want to get my hopes up, though I do hope there’s some type of magic that can help him.
“The issue with the furies,” Orcus finally says, “started when my father accidentally killed a group of goats. He was moving boulders to make room for a second castle near the border between our territory and the little slice of land the furies have claimed as theirs. The stones he was throwing were huge and the goats didn’t survive. Instead of admitting what he did, asking for forgiveness, and bringing them an offering of peace, my father decided to pretend like it never happened.”
“And the goats are important because?”
He side-eyes me. “Everyone knows the goddesses love three things: vengeance, justice, and their pet goats.”
Goats are insane, but they are pretty cute. Maybe the furies do yoga. If they truly treated them like pets, then what Orcus’ father did is reprehensible.
“Basically your father killed their fur babies.”
“Pretty much,” Orcus mutters. “Our kingdom is paying the price for his actions. It started with some illnesses and extreme weather. Things have been quiet for a while, but I don’t trust it. At some point, they’ll start toying with our food and water supplies until eventually monsters begin to die. They may even send others to deal with us.”
A line forms between my eyebrows. “But why punish everyone for something your father did?”
“He chose not to take responsibility. I don’t assume to know the minds of the gods, but since he is our king, they likely hold the kingdom responsible for his actions.”
“And he wanted you to take a mate so he can give you the throne and run away from it all.”
“Yup.”
I wrinkle my nose. “Wow. He’s a douche.”
“Douche?” His navy lips test out the word, not quite getting the pronunciation.
“Um, it’s a really mean insult on Earth.”
“Ah. Then yes, he’s a douche.”
“And you retreated to your cave to avoid the wrath of the furies?”
“Yes.” His jaw muscles tick.
“Does anyone else know about what happened?”
He shakes his head. “I was the only one there that day.”
