Page 80 of Enchanted Heir
I gave him a nod. “Got it.”
His hand in mine squeezed.
Before I knew it, we were standing behind the king, the king with both arms on the rail of his balcony, watching the ball before him.
“Father,” Krew greeted.
“Your Highness,” I said with a proper bow.
He spun and looked at us both. I noticed the way he wobbled slightly. But his eyes were as watchful as ever. They didn’t look glassy at all like I was used to seeing in drunk people. But then again, maybe it was a bit different for the Enchanted.
“I just wanted to update you both and say we have not found out much in regard to Jorah’s blood,” he admitted. “Not yet anyway. And we may need another sample in a few days’ time.”
“I will get it for you when you need it, just let me know,” Krew offered.
The king gave him a nod. “Both of your cooperation is appreciated.” He gave his head a shake. “Krewan took me to see the spots this morning. I am still shocked.”
I gave him a shrug and shook my head. “It was a crazy idea, Your Grace. I still cannot believe it worked.”
He gave me an evil smile. “Ahh, but ideas are only crazy if they do not work, my dear. And yours did.” He reached for his goblet and took a long swig. “I shall be calling it a night soon, I think. These balls get exhausting.”
I thought that might have been the first time I had ever agreed with the king on something.
Once back down the stairs, I found myself taking huge pulls of air. That had been relatively harmless.
I went back to my window and friends, purposefully taking a longer route so I could avoid the Kosses and kept to myself for the rest of the evening.
And a long evening it was. The king ended upnotcalling it a night after all, and there was a table brought in for cards in the corner. The king and six others began playing what I assumed was either three-card or five-card draw. I kept myself positioned to see the card game at all times, noting they were all drinking whiskey as they played. And the king had already been wobbly before, so this was not going to help matters.
“My feet are killing me,” Molly moaned from next to me an hour later. “Absolutely killing me.”
My eyes went to the princes standing against the wall, taking in the card game.
“I hear you,” I agreed.
“Death by heels,” Molly moaned. “Such an uneventful way to go out.”
“Any day now, they can start dismissing us,” Renna said as she sipped on a water.
I didn’t know why the princes couldn’t dismiss us first and then watch the blasted card game, but they must have been told not to yet, because Krew wasn’t normally that cruel without reason.
Minutes later, Keir made his way over, heading to Molly. “Ready, Molls?”
I noted the nickname and smirked.
“Please. Get me out of here. Heels are not meant to be worn this long, Your Grace.” She waved her hand in the air in such a way that had me wondering just how many glasses of champagne she’d had. “Not when you have this much bosom to support.”
He snorted a laugh. “Noted.”
I giggled, unable to help myself.
Keir leaned over and said to me, “Hey. I saw earlier. Let me know if there is any way I can help you guys.”
I gave him a nod and smiled. “Thanks.” I gestured with my head to Molly. “You’d better get her out of here.”
He laughed as he turned to leave.
Krew was speaking to Jane, but his eyes were drilling into mine. I was pretty sure I didn’t imagine them squinting slightly.
