Page 43 of Their Princess

“We can discuss it later,” I said and set Elrith down to start picking out clothes. “If you see clothes you want to try on, just let one of us know,” I told him.

His eyes widened. “I can try on whatever I want?”

“Yes,” Trey answered. “Any of these that you want.”

“Hello, friends,” a pretty elven woman greeted us, a nametag on her shirt with “Claire” on it.

“Hello, Claire,” I greeted. “The little prince here is in need of some new clothes.”

She smiled at Elrith, who had hidden behind Mason at her approach. “Wonderful! Let me know if there’s anything specific you are looking for that you don’t see here. We can order many things.”

“What about shirts for wings?” Trey asked.

“Right this way, Prince Trey,” she said, bowed, and lead him over to a section marked for dragons.

“Go on,” I urged Elrith. “Go with them.”

Mason nudged him forward with a nod and he quickly jogged over to grip onto Trey’s shirt hem.

After grabbing several different types of shirts and pants, I headed over to the dressing rooms and put them inside one of the empty ones.

Trey and Elrith joined us, their arms full of clothes as well, but from Elrith’s wide smile, he didn’t seem to mind that he’d have to try them all on.

An hour later, we’d purchased an entirely new wardrobe for him.

“Shopping is fun!” Elrith gasped. “I’m thirsty, though.”

“Let’s stop in the food court before we go to the other stores,” I suggested. “I’m a bit thirsty myself.”

Mason found a table for us and pulled out my chair for me. I kissed him on the cheek as I sat and looked at Trey and Kayden as I said, “See? Romantic.”

Mason smiled smugly and sat beside me, reaching over to entwine our fingers together.

“What do you want to drink?” Kayden asked.

“A lemonade,” Ezio answered and scoffed. “No wonder she’s pointing out how unromantic you are, you don’t even know what she likes to drink here.” Ezio held out his hand. “Come on, Elrith. Let’s get you a snack and your mama a drink.”

Elrith glanced at Kayden, who nodded, and he quickly took Ezio’s hand and let him lead him to the line for my favorite lemonade place.

“Cookie!” I shouted.

Ezio held up a hand with his thumb up without turning around to let me know he’d heard.

“It’s not my fault I don’t know what you like here,” Kayden muttered and folded his arms over his chest. “Dad took you out and Mom wouldn’t let me go most times.”

“I’m still convinced she secretly dislikes me,” I whispered, and Mason squeezed my hand.

“She hates me, too, it’s okay,” Trey said.

“That’s just because you’ve always been such a cocky brat,” Mason said.

Trey scowled. “Excuse you?”

“He’s not wrong. You often acted spoiled around Mom,” Kayden agreed.

“He acted like that because she made him nervous,” I said.

All three turned to me.

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