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“Just tell me what you need, and I’ll do it, Aries,” Pen says with a small lift of her chin.

Loyal.

They’re both unbelievably loyal, it seems.

I just hope the young girl isn’t as reckless as Aries.

The world can’t handle two Aries Sinclaires, that’s for damn sure.

19

Diplomatic Ducks

Aries

I’ve met my father’s assessing stares for two days now. He hasn’t asked where I was. He hasn’t welcomed me back. He hasn’t much spoken to me at all, really.

He just watches.

I bet he wishes he had another fated mate to spy on me now.

None of it matters. Because today is the day I break the trust between him and his advisors.

The meeting room door swings open without a sound, and once more, those charming men walk in with laughter and smiles.

And once more, those smiles fall to the floor when they spot me.

And then Pen, who stands quietly behind me.

“Princess Aries. Good morning,” Johnn says with genuine politeness.

I like Johnn. He’s smart. Plus, he wants what I want. He just doesn’t have the fae balls to say it out loud.

“Morning, gentlemen.”

Old Stick Up His Ass full on grimaces.

Lovely.

“Good morning, Princess Aries,” Waltry says with a low bow that displays his graying hair.

We have two out of three on my side. Ish.

We also have Pen, which is immensely helpful to get that third duck in line.

“Will your father be joining us this morning, or will this prove to be another utter waste of time?” Ass Stick drones with heavy brows shadowing his dark eyes.

Fucking duck.

“Sir Timmons, I sent you a formal notice that King Gravier wishes for Aries to lead these meetings from now on in his absence,” Pen says swiftly like my ever-saving grace.

Sir Timmons-Ass Stick eyes the young girl.

Silence passes during this long, drawn-out show.

“It was signed in his pen, Sir,” Pen adds with a smile.

Wow. She forges signatures now.

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