Page 36 of The Rejected King
“How was I supposed to know the girl takes her teeth out every time she eats? Besides, Miss Fellow gives you a great opportunity to push dentistry at the next Council of Essentials.”
Davin angled his head at her, giving her a pointed look.
Emree smiled. “I think you’re looking at this all wrong. It’s endearing that Minta has a favorite pair of pants. And Monique...it’s convenient that she has fewer teeth. There’s less to clean.”
He shook his head, suppressing his smile.
“Seriously. If you marry one of these women, you’ll thank me later.”
“Let’s not get too ahead of ourselves,” Davin said.
“How was your evening with Patrice last night?” She casually threw her question in like she was talking about the weather or some other mundane topic.
Davin lowered his gaze to her. “She didn’t stay long if that’s what you’re asking.”
“Oh? That’s too bad.” She grinned, the action looking a little strained. “That could have been some valuable one-on-one time for you guys.”
He sighed. “I don’t need more one-on-one time with Patrice.”
Emree continued to smile tightly. “Don’t worry. I have Patrice scheduled for an individual activity later this week. Kind of like the finale of the activities. The newswriters will really love that.”
Davin didn’t want to talk about Patrice anymore.
“I read your fairy tale book last night.”
“You did?” Emree’s face lit up.
“I finished it.”
Her eyebrows raised. “Really?”
“Yes, really.”
“And?”
“First of all, these love stories are all about a prince. Why not a king?”
“Well,” she held her hands in front of her, rocking back and forth on her toes, “little girls dream of becoming a princess. They dream of prince charming rescuing them. Not the king. Princes are what little girls’ dreams are made of.”
“Hmm.” Davin’s shoulders sagged in fake disappointment. “Looking back on my years as a prince, I really think I squandered that time. I’m full of regrets.”
“Judging by the number of girls pining over you here at the castle, I think you’re doing fine.”
Davin pursed his lips. “Secondly, why do none of the princes in your fairytale book have a name?”
Emree frowned. “Don’t they have names?”
“Is charming a name?” Davin asked, cocking a brow.
“It could be.”
“Following that pattern, I should be called King Charming or King Muscular. King Good-looking has a manly ring to it.”
“Or King Overconfident,” Emree added.
Davin shook his head. “No, I don’t like that one. I think I’ll stick with King Good-looking.”
Emree laughed.
