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Chapter Twenty-Three

Valpar

My miresa was sorelymistaken about her punishment.

She would not receive the spanking that she very much desired, but a time-out facing a cave wall. I had never seen my tiny fairy so angry and red-faced.

I found it adorable. She looked like a field mouse defending her nest, trying to slash me with her small colorful nails as I lifted her and placed her by the blank rock wall.

She cursed my name and stomped her feet. She would look over her shoulder and glare at me. It took every ounce of me notto throw myself at her and forgive her for what she had done-touching me when I told her she wasn’t allowed.

She needed this.

Boundaries.

I enjoyed everything she had done to me, and I would let her finish all over again, but she will learn that her actions will have consequences.

My little fairy stood and stared at the wall for the longest time. I did not leave her alone because my body would not let me venture far. My drums hurt too much to be away from her. It hurt me more to see her like this than she it did her, I am sure of it.

Once I felt she had learned her lesson, I allowed her to turn, and she immediately fell into my arms and landed with a grunt.

Had I done the right thing? I still wasn’t sure, but I knew I could not do thisspankingshe wanted me to do. How could I do such a thing when I knew she was abused in her previous life before she came here?

I swallowed heavily at that thought alone and held her closer. My little fairy thanked me for what I had done for her.

An outsider might be confused by this but, in a way I understood.

My fists tightened when I held her. If she had truly been wiped of her memories, then she lacked boundaries and her mother--aunt has done a poor job of teaching her. There were other ways to teach my little fairy the dangers of not listening and obeying.

Especially in a realm such as this.

This was beyond what I was expecting of having a miresa. I have never raised an orcling, I was far too young to pay attention to how my ogamie or my orgamos raised the rest of my brothers. I was going to need help.

Sadly, that meant I would need to leave the cave and go beyond the forest to ask for help from the Queen herself, who gets punished regularly.

Because she was an attention seeker, just like my miresa.

I did not like the prospect of taking my miresa to the palace, especially with so many unmated males there and the risk of another orc seeing my female.

But a trip was in order, and there was nothing in the book, that I recalled, on taking care of a female that did not understand about listening to their males.

When it came to my female, I would do what was needed to be done.

“I don’t need to wear this.” My little fairy grumbled as I held her close to my chest. As more precaution I had a leash around her waist in case she wiggled out of my grasp. “You are carrying me. It is not like I’m gonna jump off and run away. It’s so embarrassing.”

I grunted and shifted the leather strap that held a gigantic sword on my back. “But when I put you down, I don’t want you to get too far from me.”

My female rolled her eyes and laid her head back. Her long pink hair danced across the marbled floor. “I won’t. Besides, there are few places to run to in the palace.”

We took the long walk down the hallway leading to the throne room. No one was escorting us, not when Calliope was in my arms. She was rambling on, telling me stories about running up and down the halls and bothering the guards, finding hidden passageways when her family spent the last two summers here. Several guards looked at her fondly and gave her a wave when we passed by. Once she looked away I would send a deathly glare to let them know that they weren’t allowed to look at my female again. They swallowed heavily and stood upright, and didn’t dare to take a second look.

If they knew what was best for them they would ignore her entirely once we left the palace.

My little fairy laughed, giggling and pointing at how one of the younger guards was shaking. “Look how nervous he is. It must be his first day.” She gave him a thumbs up, but I glared while her eyes were glued to him, and I swear he urinated in his cloths.

The drums in my chest beat faster as we got to the heart of the palace. There were noises coming from the other side of the throne room. The double doors were opened wide and a hoard of creatures outside of it.

“It must be Assisting Day,” Calliope sat upright in my arms. “They might be busy. Why are you wanting to visit with Aunt Melina and Uncle Osirus, anyway?”

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