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She leapt off the bed.
‘Libby?’
She picked up the contract and took it to the chest of drawers where a pen lay.
‘What are you doing?’
‘Amending the contract. Pillow walls are banned and under the cover snuggling is mandatory,’ she replied with a grin.
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Adrum pounded a war beat through the door. A hunting horn joined in the cacophony. The castle was under siege.What the…?Princess Libby woke with a start.
‘Fuck’s sake!’ Prince Charming grumbled, throwing back the covers.
Libby had a mouth-watering view of Henry’s backside before he hid it inside a pair of boxer shorts and stalked to the door. Up against it was the largest wardrobe in the room.
‘Hang on!’ he called out as he pushed the wardrobe out of the way.
The door opened and his father ducked to enter the room. He had an enormous pair of antlers on his head, and pieces of ratty old brown fur covered his genitals. An ancient looking drum was hanging around his neck and a huge ram’s horn was pressed to his lips. He blew into it and the windows rattled.
‘Happy Midsummer’s Eve!’ he declared. ‘No tea this morning as I don’t have three arms. However, I do have three legs. Ha, ha ha!’ He beat the drum as he danced in a circle, then backed out of the room. ‘Toodle-pip, young’uns. Don’t forget to search for the magic fern at midnight!’
He pranced off down the corridor, blowing his horn. Henry shut the door and put a chair against it. He looked uncertainly at her as if worried this latest development would finally have her packing her bags and running for the hills.
‘Well.’ Libby shook her head. ‘No tea in bed and not even a glimpse of your father’s sausage this morning? I’m afraid that’s cost you at least one star on my TripAdvisor review.’
The relief on Henry’s face was palpable. ‘Are you sure I can’t get you to change your mind?’ He advanced slowly towards her. ‘Maybe management can find a way to make it up to you?’
She knelt on the bed. ‘Well, I’ve heard a rumour there’s a far superior sausage on offer?’
He raised an eyebrow. ‘I’m afraid that’s available only to Ms Libby Fletcher.’ He brought his lips to her ear. ‘If she still wants it.’
She sucked in a breath. ‘Oh yes. Very, very much.’
Henry nipped her earlobe and she shivered, running her fingers over the hard planes of his chest. She still couldn’t believe what had happened last night.
‘Libby.’ He cupped her chin, bringing his lips to hers.
She whimpered as he kissed her, liquid desire pooling in her abdomen. His tongue flicked into her mouth and a sharp, sweet sensation darted down inside her. She clung to him, pressing her body to his, rubbing against his hardness.
The door opened with a crash and the chair fell over.
‘Morning, kiddies!’
They broke apart. Henry grabbed a pillow and chucked it in his lap.
Dervla entered the room carrying a tray with two mugs of tea balancing on it. She was wearing her outfit of scarves and a crown of ivy sat on her head.
‘Did you think we’d forgotten?’ she asked Libby, placing the tray on the bedside table and sitting on the bed. ‘We’re so pleased you’re here for today. And tonight. And tomorrow.’
‘Er, what’s going on?’ Libby asked.
Dervla clapped her hands. ‘Singing and dancing, feasting and fire-jumping. You’re going to love it!’
‘Fire-jumping?’
‘Yes. For the harvest. And to stop bad luck. Or you can stamp on the embers with your bare feet.’ She shrugged. ‘It’s up to you, darling.’
