Page 73 of The Fae Girl 1

He kicked them out. Or as good as. I got up, poured out some drinks, hearing the protests as the last of the Lords left.

“Here.” I said putting one in front of him.

He grunted before taking a gulp.

“How bad was it?” I asked quietly.

Uther looked up at me. That old anger flaring in his eyes.

“It was hell.” He replied.

“Of course it’s hell, no one in their right mind would choose to live in Seford.” Rillon said as he half flounced in and deposited himself in the chair beside the High King.

Jelric’s chair. Though he had disappeared to get some sort of potion or other.

Uther raised an eyebrow at him. “It was a slaughter. By the time we got there everyone was already dead.” He said. “Have you ever seen a dead body Rillon? A dead child?”

Rillon looked at him and grinned. “Well we have some news that will cheer you up.” Rillon said. “We have a Fae, here in the castle.”

“I know.” Uther replied. “Where is she?” He asked turning to his Magi who put a mug of something steaming in front of him and then sat beside me.

“She’s safe, in the East Tower.” Jelric replied.

“And is she amenable?” Uther asked before taking a sip and grimacing.

“She would’ve been if Fain had left me with her.” Rillon muttered.

I stiffened at his words. At audacity that he had to speak them. Clearly Indyra’s attention had vastly inflated his sense of superiority.

“What’s that?” Uther asked.

“Prince Rillon took a fancy to the Fae girl.” Jelric answered. “Needless to say it wasn’t reciprocated.”

“I see. The Fae belong to me.” Uther said. “You would do well to remember that brother.”

“Then maybe you need to remind yourotherbrother of that.” Rillon said.

Uther looked between us all. “Is there something I need to be aware of?”

“Only that Fain needs to learn his place.” Rillon replied.

“His place? His place is where I say it is.” Uther snapped. “He never fails to follow his orders, never fails to deliver while you…”

“Follow orders? Was he following orders when he took the girl away from me?” Rillon retorted.

“What are you talking about?” I asked wondering if he was still drunk from the night before.

“You and that Fae girl. She was mine, I was speaking to her and then you…”

“She is not yours. She belongs to me.” Uther half shouted slamming his fist onto the table.

Finally Rillon fell silent.

Sullen.

“Don’t you have anywhere else to be Rillon?” Uther asked.

“Right, because I’m never allowed to be a part of the three of yours little tete-a-tete am I?”

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