Page 41 of The Wedding Hunt Ylara

“Not on Daycross. Here, I am just a mistress.” She yawned. “Sleepy now.”

He kissed her temple. “Rest. You have had a rough week.”

“And been dead once. Don’t forget that.” She laughed. “Sethir-Nin citizenship dissolves with death.”

“You weren’t quite dead. Even my venom doesn’t work that way. So, I see where you are going here.” He whispered in her ear, “I still am the boss of you.”

She jolted. Those words reverberated in her mind. The tone was deep, and the one that she remembered was higher pitched, with scowling green eyes looking down at her.

He chuckled. “You were playing with my toys, and when I tried to get them back, you screamed until your father came running, and then, he froze. You told me that I was not the boss of you and started wailing when your father told you that I actually was.” He kissed her cheek.

“And my dad picked me up and held me while I screamed, your guards were freaked out, and you gave me one of the toys. I was all smug and happy in seconds.”

He chuckled. “My guards were taking bets that you were an omega. I just thought it was another word for cute brat.”

She closed her eyes. “I played with the toy and brought it back to you.”

“Sort of. You shoved it at me from under a shrub. You had covered the robot in glitter.”

She chuckled. “I have always been a little craft mad. Apparently, it started early. Sorry about your robot.”

He laughed. “Apology accepted.”

His hands slowly caressed her torso. “Though, I am glad your face doesn’t turn purple when you scream anymore.”

“I am glad you have learned how to play with others.” She sighed with a smile. “Now, let me rest, you big bully.”

He chuckled and kissed her neck. “Yes, princess.”

She huffed but got some rest.

Chapter Eight

The shower after she woke up was necessary. Her thighs were fused together. Ylara flipped back the sheet that he had tucked over her. She got her thighs apart and walked to the bathroom to stand in the shower and regain full mobility.

She felt better. She didn’t feel like she was burning out or falling apart. Her skin was pristine. No bites, bruises, or punctures.

She wrapped herself in a towel and brushed her hair. The scent of the shampoo was distantly familiar, like a song she had heard years ago and not since.

Ylara towelled her hair dry, opened the door, and peeped into the bedroom. The housekeeper was removing the sheets. She paused and smiled. “Glad to see you looking stronger. There is clothing for you in the outer room. If you need any help with the Sethir-Nin clothing, I will assist you.”

“Oh, good. I don’t know where to start.”

“Choose something, and I will help.”

Ylara smiled and went to the outer room, “Whoa.”

She grabbed a bag at random and pulled out a series of black straps. She shoved her hand back in and found three more outfits made to wrap and accent her body.

She shrugged and laid the clothing out on the couch. She picked the one that had the most fabric and saved herself the embarrassment by just asking for help.

The housekeeper grinned and flipped it upside down. “Like that. There is an overdress for it. I will find it while you get into it.”

She nodded and headed into the bathroom. It took a bit of wrestling, but she got into the outfit, and it actually covered everything. Well, as long as she didn’t move.

She went back to the bedroom, and the housekeeper nodded approvingly and had her put her arms through the upper bands. The overdress was a wrap that went around her and was pinned in three places. It was black, and the pins were gold. A strap went over one shoulder and kept everything in place with a pin that went through all the fabric.

The housekeeper got the matching shoes, and once Ylara was done, she smiled. “Now, I have to take those used sheets and put them somewhere safe. The last set of mating sheets kept him calm when you left, but I have never seen him sitting on the floor and snorting a sex scent before. Lord Etgar has recommended having three sets of sheets sealed and stored for emergencies when the prince won’t calm down.”

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