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“King Clementine,” King Lysander greeted and seemed to be the only one who was willing to take the risk of looking up to us. "It’s been a while since you’ve used this form.”
"Do I need to make an announcement through our lands to inform you all as to when I’ll be attending events in my born gender form?” he chastised with a venomous tone that only did odd things to my body.
My cock in particular.
"No, King Clementine,” King Lysander responded swiftly and lowered his gaze. “I apologize for my rudeness.”
The distinct huff that left his lips made the ground actually tremor just slightly. Everyone seemed to remain calm, but it was definitely an overpowering way of reminding everyone of their place.
Fuck…that’s seriously hot. Make the world tremor to remind them who the fuck you are. He could tremor my cock any fucking day of the wee—
“William.”Bria didn’t even need to say anything more to remind me of our predicament, but he added,“Might as well express your smitten hunger for your mate out loud at this point.”
"Mate?!” Harold and Tana said in unison, their disbelief as striking as the expression on King Lysander’s face that would have been the definition of shock.
“News certainly spreads like wildfire in this world,” he commented as he looked over at me with a look of obvious longing. “William Alundra Phoenix. It’s my first time meeting my mate in this form. The truth revolving around your attractive features matched with your blunt personality is captivating, if you ask me. This was your debut walk upon the runway, wasn’t it?”
“It was, King Clementine.” If it wasn’t my relaxed posture that gave me away, it had to be the charming dip in my voice that confirmed my attention was solely on him.
Everything seemed bland in comparison.
"Amos Clementine,” he introduced as his arm slipped from my shoulder only for him to boldly take my hand in his—drawing the attention of many. "My mate shouldn’t need to address me with such formalities. Especially when we’re about to be equals.”
The way this man looked at me alone made me seem like the most desirable male in this room.
Dangerous.
“No disrespect, but I totally expected a name like Augustus or anything with ‘Au’ in the equation,” I earnestly pointed out, which left him chuckling. The sound literally sent tingles of anticipation through me.
“You’re on the right track there,” he complimented.
His eyes began to dance between his natural color of lime green to an enchanting mix of emerald and teal. The combination brought out a tender gaze as he took his time to stare into my spheres of turquoise.
“My birth name was indeed Augustus, but I changed it to Amos when I turned eighteen.”
Now that was interesting.
“Would it be wise for me to ask why, or would that lead to my potential beheading?” I offered and noticed how flirty I was being.
Goodness, Dimitris will kill me.
"As tempting as it would be to display your head amongst my most precious valuables in my private chamber, I’ve come to admire your charming charisma.” He went right along with my comment with his own spin on things, which already had a few people paling at the gruesome remark.
Of course, I had to be turned on by the potential top energy Amos was giving off.
"Augustus isn’t a name you give to a man who’s destined to rule a kingdom. Too…kind and forgiving. That’s the impression it gives,” he confessed as he leaned in closer—his eyes swirling with black. "For one who has to carry the balance of light and darkness, it only made sense for the King of the Dark Fae to carry a name that fits his heinous rulership.”
Right. He rules two kingdoms.
"So Auraleia is for the fae while you rule the dark fae,” I summed up with confidence even though I was risking it by assuming I was correct.
“The gods and goddess surely knew I needed a smart mate to stand at my side,” he commented as he further gripped my hand. “But do tell me. Which do you prefer? Augustus or Amos?”
I could tell from the way his eyes glimmered with excitement that this was a challenge of some sort.
"Augustus truly isn’t a bad name,” I began and enjoyed the way the room tensed and quieted down—everyone listening in as what I was going to say could either piss off my mated king or reward me with whatever was up for a bargain.
Arthur is rubbing off on me.
