Page 108 of Finding Love with the Fae King

“Do you know how sexy you look when you are angry?” His hands removed my arms as he palmed my breasts.

“Changing the subject won’t help. I’m coming at that is final.” Osirus nodded at once as he kissed the upper part of my chest.

“I don’t think I can handle one other thing right now. Daphne, the dragons, the witches, the coronation and binding ceremony that has to still be planned. I feel like this entire month has been rushed.” Osirus’s sad puppy face made me giggle.

“Honestly, this is the most exciting thing that has ever happened. I don’t really mind it. Let’s pray to the Gods nothing else is thrown on our plate right now.” Osirus chuckled and pulled me close, letting me smell his strong forest scent.

One servant walked in the open door and bowed. “Your majesties, I come to inform you that King Osirus’s parents have just arrived by carriage.”

Fudge.

Chapter Fifty-Two

Osirus

Whatkindoffuckerywas this? Were there some evil demons out there hell-bent on trying to make my life hard? Not one moment of peace since my love had come to me; everything that could have gone wrong had been slammed in a month, and not one moment I can relish in her beauty. I just wanted to love and cherish her, and so far, I’d been to battle, sent her away only to have her come back with the Atlantean army, seen her drugged, and now we faced another threat of her being taken away from me.

Just one moment of peace, that was all I wanted.

“Where are they?” My voice was stern. The kingdom thought their King would be in a more playful mood. They were outside the gates celebrating right now, but this was not the case. I was livid, not even a note letting me know of their arrival. Did Father have a death wish? The invitation I sent instructed him to come two days before, not seven days. Now I would have to hear all his “suggestions” on how I should run the nation.

Well, guess what? I changed it all, and the people are happy about it.

“Right here, Your Highness.” The look of fear was slapped across the servants’ faces as my father and mother opened the other door that kept them hidden. Here I was, bare-chested, as Melina had a cloth cooling off my heated body with her in a rather compromising position. Melina’s eyes grew wide, and I felt the heat from her face flow down between her legs, and it wasn’t for lust. Pure embarrassment.

Melina whipped her head around and put her head on my shoulder. A small sniff came from her. My darling wasn’t one for a crowd, especially being caught in such a position in front of my parents.

“Next time, have them wait in the receiving room. Hmm?” my voice snapped at the servants.

“Is this what you do in your free time, son? Mess with some harlot?” Melina’s body flinched, and I felt a damp tear on my shoulder. That’s it.

“Father, I suggest you watch your tone. This is the future Queen and my true mate. Do you not have the decency to leave after seeing us like this?” My mother, the follower of the relationship, was almost dancing on her toes, keeping her mouth shut while my father bore his amber eyes into me. My mother’s squeak caught my father’s attention, and she released her hands from her mouth.

“Can I see her!? Oh, my baby got his mate!” Mother was the one I confided in the most growing up. If there was a scrape on my knee or I feared the rolling thunder, my mother was there while my father was too preoccupied with his duties. He might have seemed like a stern king, but that was only to his own family. In the Court, he was a pushover, always wanting what was best for them and not the kingdom.

Melina sniffed as she tried to dry her eyes. My darling had certainly opened her feelings the past few weeks, but even so, this was a bit much for her. “Is this too much? Would you like to meet them later?” I whispered while I kissed the shell of her ear.

“Your mother sounds excited, but your father called me a harlot. What am I to do with that?” She sniffed again and took the once cold rag and dabbed her nose. Damn, her nose was adorable when it was all red and stuffy.

“Spend some time with my mother. She is better than him.” I glared at my father while he crossed his arms. Melina nodded her head and fixed her hair quickly before getting off my lap.

“Good evening, Your Majesty,” Melina bowed gracefully. “My name is Melina, and I am Osirus’s—” Before another word was said, my mother embraced her in her arms and lovingly petting her head.

“I’m Nissa, or just mother to you, little one. You are so small! Oh, my, and you have been marked! It’s true!” My mother engulfed her in another hug, leading her out of the study. My mother was fully aware of what was about to go down with my father and me.

“You marked her already? Do you have no regard for the etiquette lessons you spent day in, day out studying? What the hell is wrong with you? You are to mark her on the day of the coronation and binding ceremony!” I growled at him as my wings flung right back out of my back. There was no more hiding and being shied away from what we were.

My father stood back in surprise. He hadn’t seen my wings for a long time. “What are you doing?” he yelled again, and I immediately stepped forward. My wings were black, almost charred, the anger of my aura was rolling off me like roaring thunder as he continued to walk backward and fell onto the couch behind him.

Little did anyone know the bonding that Melina and I completed unlocked a new power in me. I could not only use my Light power but also touch my ancient ancestor’s Dark power. Something no fae had ever done. It has said I was to be the strongest fae yet. The seers confirmed it on the day of my birth, and it was written for all to see. The fae people didn’t know how powerful, and today it was unleashed by the utter rage at the chance my mate would be taken from me.

“You listen here. You are no longer King of this kingdom. You are weak, feeble-minded, and were easily persuaded into darkness. The people have suffered because of you. You let the Court rule over you when it should be the other way around. Kings pledge to do what is best for the people, not tax them into starvation and giving up their wings.” My breath heaved as I tried to rein in my anger. I didn’t know how far I could go with this darker power, and I didn’t want to test it now.

“We are fae, and we are to be proud of it. As of yesterday, the kingdom has seen what I have done and has approved it themselves. Now, if you want to stay, I suggest you apologize to your Queen, the Princess of Atlantis. Her father Girard is not an understanding man when it comes to his only daughter.” My father’s eyes widened. He knew he was in some deep shit now. Offending a lost princess, and a Princess of Atlantis no doubt, would certainly be the end of him, and hell, I’d have front-row seats to that.

“I’m sorry, son.” He pulled at his tunic as he tried to sit up. The information was suffocating him, and having a shot of brandy might be good for him. I went to the bar and poured him a glass while he wiped his brow with his handkerchief. What caught me off guard the most were those three words I had longed to hear him say.

“I know I’m a terrible father.” He put his glass down on the desk and walked to the large window overlooking the marketplace. “I did what I was told in the Court and thought it was for the best. I didn’t know they were conniving little shits at the time because we all grew up together. I thought they were looking out for me.” Again, my father picked up the glass and swirled the ice inside. “Part of me still hurts, but I know they did wrong. I didn’t want to admit to it. Old habits die hard, but I came back early for your forgiveness. I was more upset that the woman in your lap might not be your mate.” He scoffed.

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