Page 32 of Winter Queen
“Maybe we should show her that it doesn’t always need to take a lot of time,” Frost snickers, and I blush even more. “We can skip the foreplay.”
“What did I do to deserve this?” I sigh dramatically. “But as your Princess, I order you to stop touching me.”
“Aw, I love when she pulls rank,” Arc chuckles. “So cute.”
With an evil grin, I send a bit of very cold air underneath the covers and between his legs. He yelps and jumps up, tangling himself in the duvet and almost falling out of bed.
“Ehm, what just happened?” Crispin asks cluelessly, and I give him the same treatment. Just like Arc, he jumps and cries out. The two brothers decide that they don’t want to find out what I’m doing, and with a sigh, they join the others. Now I’m the only one on the large bed, and I enjoy watching them standing naked all around me.
I should make them walk around naked more often. They’re so pretty in all the right places.
“Are you ogling us?” Frost asks, lifting his eyebrows. “That’s not very polite.”
“If you don’t like me staring, you should put on some clothes.”
“Take a good look.” Arc points at his half-erect cock. “This one will be waiting for you underneath my kilt all day.”
Just when my cheeks had returned to a normal colour… Oh well. I really need to stop blushing this much.
I turn away from them and climb out of bed, walking towards my massive wardrobe. It’s full of dresses, but I also managed to get the seamstress to make me some shirts and trousers. I know they all like wearing dresses here, but that’s not really my style.
Today though, I should wear something impressive. Something that shows power and status.
In the end, I decide on a dark blue dress made from a shiny, heavy fabric that’s clinging tightly to my body. Golden thread decorate the neckline and sleeves, the only adornment on the otherwise simple dress. Still, I think the absence of any frills and unnecessary decorations shows I take our visitor seriously, while the gold and the quality of the fabric are proof of my status.
I add a brooch with my mother’s coat of arms. Only members of the Royal family are allowed to wear that – which basically means my mum and me. She gave me an entire set of that jewellery, including a heavy necklace, but for today, the brooch will be enough.
Ready and dressed, I run my fingers through my hair. I’m still not used to missing half of it.
“I think I need a hairdresser,” I sigh. “I can’t go to meet Flora like this, and I don’t want to continue wearing scarves. People are going to ask questions about that soon.”
“You could shave off the other side,” Crispin suggests. “And then braid the remaining hair. It will make you look like a badass warrior.”
“Or shave it all off. It might set a trend,” Frost adds. “If it helps, I can shave mine too.”
I glare at him. “Don’t you dare. Keep your hair the way it is now. The only one allowed to get a haircut is Storm.”
“Why me?” the Guardian in question asks. “Don’t you like my hair?”
“I do, but it would be fun if you had the same haircut as your brother. You could play tricks on people… you know, like twins are supposed to do. But you’d have to get rid of that scowl first.”
“I don’t scowl.”
“Yes, you do. Now get dressed. Arc, you’re the only one ready, would you mind finding me a hairdresser somewhere? There must be someone in this Palace.”
“I could get ya some scissors…”
“Hairdresser. Now.”
* * *
I’m wearing a wig.A freaking wig. In the end, that seemed like the best option. I wasn’t quite brave enough for the warrior Princess option.
The wig almost looks like my real hair, but I can’t help running my hand through it self-consciously.
“Don’t worry, it looks good,” Frost reassures me as we walk towards the throne room.
He’s assigned to me today – Storm is working with Gwain, Crispin is looking after my mother and Arc is helping Tamara with spy stuff. Storm tried to insist on two Guardians being with me at all times, but he realised that everybody is too busy for that.
