Page 52 of The Fae Girl 1

“As you wish High Queen Indyra.” I said pointedly without smiling.

“No wonder you scared her away. You’ve got no manners these days.”

“No but I see the Fae girl has gotten some.” I replied.

“How so?”

“She curtseyed to you. That’s more than I got.” I stated.

“Well what do you expect when you walk around with such a frown? Would it kill you to be nice every once in a while?” She asked.

I rolled my eyes but said nothing.

“I’m sure my husband will be very enamoured with his new toy.” She said quietly. “She seems just his type.”

I watched her for a moment.Was that jealousy or spite?

“Meaning what?” I asked.

She smirked. “I wonder how long his current mistress will be warming his bed before he turfs her out for someone with a little more magic in her veins.” She said sipping her tea and watching me closely now for my reaction.

“You really don’t learn do you?” I muttered.

“Learn what?” She replied teasingly. “Perhaps it won’t be Uther, perhaps it’ll be your other brother who claims the prize.” She added.

“What prize?” I snapped.

She laughed. “Oh please, like you don’t know? I thought men could sniff it out, smell it like roses in the air.”

“What the fuck are you talking about?” I snapped.

She let out another laugh. One far more mocking. “Yes, perhaps Rillon will be the one. It would make more sense. He’s far more the charmer than you and Uther are anyway.”

“I’m warning you Indrya, whatever games you’re playing, whatever new schemes you’ve worked up in that head of yours…”

“No schemes.” She said cutting across me, leaning forward enough to give me a good view of her ample chest, and I made sure to keep my eyes fixed on her face. She was beautiful, there was no denying that. But her kind of beauty was deadly and we both knew it. “But I will make a bet with you Fain.”

“On what?” I replied.

“On which one fucks her first. Rillon or Uther.”

I shook my head slightly. My eyes already scanning back to where the girl had been. Where she no longer was. My head going to those gods damned dreams, that vision of her. “What’s the matter Indyra, worried you’re being supplanted?”

She laughed. “Uther’s whore is no threat to me.”

“Maybe not. But we all know who warms your bed at night.” I stated.

She drew herself up. “How dare you.”

“Rillon.” I said. “We know the two of you are fucking.”

“You dare…”

“Quit the pretence. You were never good at it.”

“I was good enough for Uther when he married me.” She snarled.

I smirked at that. She was right, she had been good then. Very good. She’d played a careful game and Uther stupidly had fallen for it. But the mask had quickly fallen after, revealing the rot beneath.

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