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"Don't be late. We don't want to offend the princess."
"We will be there on time." Aru closed the door.
"They are going to be late," Dagor murmured as he walked out the front door of their cabin. "You know what the consequences of such blatant disrespect would be on Anumati. I just hope that Princess Annani is more merciful."
Negal shrugged. "The heir seems much less strict than her grandmother."
Dagor nodded. "Do you think that Aru knew and didn't tell us?"
"Aru was just as stunned as we were. Kian does not look like his mother, so none of us could have known. The son must have taken after his father."
Dagor lifted a brow. "His human father? I doubt he was that handsome."
"He might not have been as good-looking as his son, but the godly genetics improved what was there." Negal pressed the button for the elevator.
The heir's children were nearly as beautiful as gods and goddesses, but not entirely, and the other immortals in the room were even less so. The more human blood they had, the less perfect they were.
The princess was incredibly fertile for a goddess, but perhaps the humanity of her partners had something to do with that. One thing was for sure, though. Her grandmother would not be happy when she found out about her hybrid great-grandchildren.
As the elevator doors opened, the cabin wasn't empty, and Dagor smiled at the group of immortals who were regarding him and Negal with puzzled expressions.
"Hi," he said with a smile. "I'm Dagor, and this is Negal."
"You are the new gods," one of the females said. "Nice to meet you. My name is Evelin, and this is Leah."
The introductions continued until the elevator doors opened on the dining hall's deck. Still, Dagor doubted he would remember any of their names.
He'd been too busy examining their faces and comparing their imperfections to the flawless faces of gods.
Why was he bothering, though?
Everyone on Anumati was physically perfect, but some were just more stunning than others, especially those with royal blood who were luminescent. Still, beauty and physical perfection weren't important to him. He was more interested in character and brains, another reason he was part of the resistance.
As they entered the dining hall, Dagor scanned the place for the human girl he had met earlier on the top deck, but she wasn't there, and he wondered whether she had lied about being a guest and not a staff member. Why would the immortals invite a human girl to their clan's celebrations?
Ten weddings were planned for the upcoming ten days, with the first two being of the heir's daughters. Alena, the oldest, was pregnant and marrying her mate, a demigod like her. Amanda, the Clan Mother's youngest child, was getting married the following day to a hulking immortal who wasn't nearly as good-looking as the others in the room had been, but he looked formidable.
"Welcome." A young human smiled at them. "What are your names?"
"I'm Negal, and this is Dagor."
"Excellent." She tapped on her tablet. "You are seated at table three."
"Thank you, miss." Negal dipped his head.
"The girl was human," Dagor said. "You don't need to bow to her."
"It's a habit." Negal scanned the tables. "I always dip my head to a lady."
Dagor chuckled. "You forget that I've been spending every moment of the day with you while we were mingling with humans. You didn't bow to any of them."
"It was easy to remember not to do that when humans were the only people we interacted with. Here, it's more challenging and better to err on the side of politeness. Don't you think?"
"The immortal females don't expect you to bow to them either. You only need to bow to the heir and the god named Toven."
Dagor spotted table number three and was glad no one else was sitting there. But given that there were six chairs and only four in their party, they would be sharing the table with two other immortals.
"Who do you think is going to sit with us?" Negal asked.
