Page 57 of The Princess's Pet

As I sipped my coffee, I watched the Princess unpack the suitcases, that contained our clothing. She replaced the clothing in a large white closet and dresser on the other side of the room.

When the task was complete, she sat on the edge of the bed one knee neatly folded over the other and watched me as I drank the coffee and ate berries.

When I sat the mug down, she raised her hand and called me to her silently with the curve of her finger. I obeyed and as I neared she uncrossed her legs and reached out pulling me to her by my hips.

“I want you to be on your best behaviour for me today,” she told me.

“Yes, Ma’am,” I answered as she brushed my hair behind my shoulder and leaned forward to mark me. Her lips pressed softly against my neck before her teeth and tongue took over. Her hands grabbed my backside drawing me closer to her.

When she was satisfied with her work, she left my neck to kiss me hungrily, stealing the air from my lungs and leaving me breathless on weak legs. Only her hands held me up right.

“Do we have to get dressed to meet the council? Can’t we stay here and kiss and stuff?” I asked, my face heating with my request and desire and I tried to find her lips with mine again.

She laughed, moving out of my reach, swatting at my behind.

“Later,” she promised, standing up and walking to the closet.

The Princess had me dressed in a pair of black slacks, dress shoes, and a fitted black shirt. I felt all proper, formal, and like I was on my way to a funeral.

The Princess dressed in equally formal clothing though her attire was more handsome. She wore a military-style suit, dark blue of the Borealis colours, expertly cut to her figure. When she took a thin sword, from a case inside the closet, that looked more decorative than practical and sheathed it in a scabbard at her hip, my mouth went dry. I didn’t know it was possible for the Princess to look more fiercely beautiful.

“You look powerful,” I told her.

“That is my aim for today,” she said, pulling me towards her by my empty belt loop. “Best behaviour,” she reminded me, dipping her head to scent my neck. “I can’t have my pet showing me up.” She growled. “I need you to be a good girl.”

My chest fluttered at her words. “I’ll be good, Ma’am,” I answered softly. She leaned down and pressed a kiss to my forehead.

“Come,” she commanded and took my hand, leading me from the room.

The corridors we travelled through were as luxurious as the corridor of the Princess’s wing. All that we passed stopped, surprised, to bow towards the Princess.

I couldn’t keep up with all the turns that we took, too mesmerised by my lavish surroundings. The Princess came to a stop outside a set of double doors, two Borealis guards stood to attention and opened the doors at the Princess’s nod.

The room was not overly large, half the space was inhabited by a long table with 3 occupied seats facing the open doors.

“Princess Selene,” the man in the centre seat stood and addressed the Princess, bowing his head only slightly. He was older with a long thin nose and blonde wispy hair. He wore a deep blue robe with gold lining.

“Lord Antoniou,” the Princess responded.

“Your arrival this morning was unexpected,” Lord Antoniou spoke perturbed.

“Is it unexpected to find me in my own home?” the Princess replied curtly.

“Of course, you are most welcome here, and we are pleased for your return.” Another man at the end of the table stood and bowed low. He was older still, in the same deep blue robe, white hair short to his head but his beard was overgrown.

“Thank you, Lord Halkias.” She nodded.

“Tell me, Lady Sana, how is it that my father has worsened so dramatically under your care?” the Princess addressed the only woman in the room. The lady did not wear a blue robe like the men, but a simple cream white dress.

“The King, my Princess, has fallen with an illness that we have not seen before. All modern remedies have failed to provide relief and he has refused all magic remedies offered,” Lady Sana replied not standing or bowing.

“I will see my father for myself,” the Princess replied.

“Why do you cling to a servant?” Lord Antoniou sneered.

The Princess drew me forward and closer to her by our still joined hands. She released my hand to brush my hair away from my neck. “This is my personal source and pet,” she said, fingertips brushing against her healing bite marks. “Let it be known by all that this half-witch is mine, any who wish to interfere with my pet will court death,” she said casually.

“You’ve taken a personal slave?” Lord Halkias asked, his brows raised high.

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