Breakfast went with little issue. Sara ate her food and tried to avoid making eye contact with her sisters, especially Jemma and Eleanora, as they looked at her suspiciously. The King and Queen didn't seem to notice, but Dalia had a triumphant smirk as she could sll a male's scent all over her, no matter how much oil or bath salts Sara used to wash herself.
Quinus didn't know what was going on with his cousin and the Wolfkin, and he glanced over at Rya to see if he needed to step in with Percy. She waved him off as if to say she would deal with her if it ca to that.
Rya, Nieren, and Elaine could only sigh at the Wolfkin's behavior. Luckily, Dalia didn't try to start anything with the estranged daughter of the Duke and just smugly ate her large piece of pork that she had specially requested.
Yuliana was the only one left out of the loop as she blissfully enjoyed her al. And the only person who wasn't there was Princess Hilda.
"So, Sara... I hope you and your sisters are adjusting to living here. I'm sure it is quite different from how things unfolded with your parents," King Cyndre comnted.
"Uh, yes, Your Majesty. I cannot express my gratitude enough for accepting us into the palace," Sara responded.
"It's the least we can do. My brother... Your father has a knack for using everyone to his own gain. I just never thought he would sink so low to—"
Cyndre felt Rianna's hand gripping his tightly under the table, and she gave him a "what the hell are you doing?" look.
Cyndre was confused and glanced at his five nieces and noticed their moods had darkened, and his wife was right. Now wasn't the ti to bring up his brother-in-law's actions.
"Sorry. I got carried away. But, I hope that you are enjoying the palace life," Cyndre said.
"Thank you, Your Majesty. And the palace life is quite enjoyable," Sara responded.
Cyndre sighed, "You are welco. And you can call uncle or uncle Cyndre. You and your sisters are a part of the royal family, and you will be treated as such."
"Oh... Well, thank you, uncle. I-I... We will try to rember that," Sara said.
Cyndre smiled and continued eating.
Rianna looked over to Rya, who nodded back at her.
"Lady Sara? Would you like to have so tea with Princess Rya and after breakfast?" Queen Rianna asked.
Sara was shocked by the offer and looked at her younger sister. Jemma didn't know why Rya would want to have a tea ti with their oldest sister. She wasn't sure what the princess was planning. But she didn't think that Rya would try anything to hurt her. So, she nodded her head at Sara.
"O-Of course, Your Highness," Sara answered.
"Good. We have so things to discuss, and we like your input on the topic," Rianna stated.
Sara was nervous; she didn't know what topics the queen and princess wanted to discuss. But she was curious and excited. It was rare for her to have a chance to talk with soone who could match her father's wits and intelligence.
"So, is the marriage between Princess Rya and cousin Quinus complete, or is politics still in the way?" Eleanora asked.
Cyndre took his napkin and wiped his mouth. "I'm having a eting with four of the Major Lords, who were on the fence about marrying Quinus to a Dark Elf in a couple of days. With the Ladies of the Court's backing now finally in favor of the union, there is a good chance that the remaining lords will agree. It will only be a matter of ti before the wedding is official," Cyndre explained.
Eleanora smiled and looked at her cousin, "Well, isn't he a lucky man... It's not every day a highborn gets to marry the woman of his dreams."
Quinus gave his favorite cousin a smirk before glancing to his right to see Rya acting like it wasn't anything special. But he knew she was happy, and it made him smile.
"Indeed. And the people love her. It's almost like magic," Cyndre remarked as he stealthily snaked his hand over and placed it on Rianna's lap.
Rya was about to take a bite out of her toast and froze as she felt Quin's hand caressing her upper thigh.
"Oh? I didn't know a Dark Elf could get embarrassed by such complints," Jemma chid in.
Rya dropped her toast on her plate, and her posture stiffened as Quin's fingers slipped past the barrier of her dress and touched her skin.
"I-It's not a-at all what you are t-thinking. It's just—AH!" Rya yelped when his fingers grazed her clit.
"Are you okay, dear?" Rianna asked.
"I believe my love is just a bit bashful about us talking to her. Right, dear?" Quin teased and pinched her nub.
"GAH! N-NO! I-I'm fine. W-What were you saying?" Rya asked, and she glared at her fiancé. She was trying to act respectfully in front of the five Revelia sisters. However, Quin knew just how to tease her, so she didn't stop him.
"They were talking about how lucky you are, and I said it was almost like magic," Yuliana answered, not knowing why her daughter was acting strange.
"R-Really?" Rya asked, and her body tensed up a bit when Quin's fingers slipped between her lower lips, and he started playing with her entrance.
Dalia couldn't help but have a mischievous smile and leaned back in her chair, just watching. She could sll Rya's mating scent, and the fact that Quin was finger fucking her in the middle of breakfast made her a little hot and bothered. She wished her boyfriend would be as bold as Beta. But she would wait to have her fun after watching Alpha try to hide her orgasm in front of everyone.
"Well, I can see why the people are fond of you, princess. You are a beautiful, intelligent, and strong woman. You saved from my terrible ex-husband. I wish I could marry soone who would love for who I am. The Goddesses must be looking upon cousin Quinus and Rya with the highest favor," Jemma remarked.
"You are right. It was a blessing in disguise when the Goddesses gave Rya. If I hadn't t her, I'd probably still be wondering what I would be doing with my life," Quin comnted, and his thumb pressed down on her clit while his middle finger entered her core.
Rya arched her back, which forced her massive breasts to stick out more. And she grabbed onto the table.
The Dark Elf looked like she was gazing off in the distance.
Everyone who wasn't Dalia was confused by Rya's reactions, but they didn't say a word. Rianna was the only one who noticed that her son was acting odd. It was when she noticed Quin's right arm rotating, followed by Rya's eyes rolling up slightly, that the queen finally caught on.
'By the Goddesses! My son is just as bad as his father! We're in public for heaven's sake! Rya must be mortified right now. I need to help her,' Rianna thought as a sternness crept onto her face.
Quinus was happily probing his future wife's pussy and was hoping to give her an orgasm. But his plan was derailed when he saw his mother giving him a death glare.
"You know the best thing about my son is how considerate he is to the people he cares about. Like his father, he'll do anything for the people he loves, and he doesn't dare try to embarrass them in public," Rianna comnted and gave Quin a pointed look.
'Crap. I went too far,' Quin thought, and he pulled his hand away from Rya's panties and sat back up straight.
Rya was breathing a little hard, and she quickly took a sip of water from her glass to calm herself down. A part of her wanted him to keep going, but the other part knew it would be wrong to continue this kind of behavior in public.
"Is everything alright, Lady Rya? You are not coming down with a fever, are you?" Sara asked, as she had a concerned expression on her face.
Rya looked at Sara and gave her a slight smile. "I'm fine. I was just hit by a sense of dizziness. But I'm alright," Rya answered.
Sara didn't seem to buy her excuse, and she glanced at Quin, but he didn't look guilty. 'Wait... D-Did cousin Quinus just do sothing naughty—I an, sothing irredeemable in front of us? He's so... bold! I would die of embarrassnt if Hewson did that in front of my Aunt and Uncle.'
Sara pressed her teeth into her lower lip until the tender flesh throbbed. A delicious friction blood between her thighs as they pressed together. 'No decent woman should be subjected to such… such brazen depravity,' she thought, the words a fragile shield against the heat rising in her own cheeks. 'He deserves a punishnt fitting for his audacity.'
The mory surfaced, unbidden: Hewson, his hand hidden beneath the heavy fabric of her dress, his knuckles brushing against the damp heat of her core. The recollection struck like lightning, flushing her face a deep crimson. A liquid fire pooled low in her belly, and she shifted, the wooden chair suddenly seeming far too hard against her squirming backside.
'Not that I want… not like that, not in front of everyone!' The frantic denial echoed in her skull as her gaze snapped across the room to Rya. 'And she just… let him? A woman in her position, so easily undone? No. Betrothed or not, it's a disgrace. To allow him to sha her in public like that… What a wanton—'
A sharp crack broke through the haze.
Jemma's fingers, inches from Sara's nose, made her flinch violently. A jolt, pure and electric, shot through her. A choked gasp escaped her lips, a half-swallowed cry that drew every eye in the room to her suddenly rigid form.
"Ah! What in the goddess's na, Jemma?" Sara's voice was a reedy whisper, her hands flying to her chest as if to hold her galloping heart in place.
Jemma offered a long-suffering sigh, shaking her head slowly. "Because your body was at the table but your mind was wandering the seven hells and back," she said flatly. "Again..."
"I was not," Sara insisted, though her conviction wavered.
"You were," Jemma countered. "Ever since we've been slaying monsters, you've been drifting away. One of these days, you're going to walk straight into a wall."
"I do not! I was just… contemplating… it's… Just be quiet!" Sara snapped, her cheeks burning anew with a different kind of heat.
"Girls, that is quite enough." Rianna's voice, sharp as a shard of glass, sliced through their petty squabble, the steely authority of the family matriarch leaving no room for argunt. "You are both grown won. Act it."
"She started it," Sara grumbled, the words barely audible as she shrank into the hard wooden chair. A treacherous, pulsing heat blood between her legs, a secret, shaful tide rising with every passing second.
"What was that? I can't hear you," Rianna stated, her gaze pinning her niece in place like a specin.
"N-Nothing," Sara whispered, the word barely ford as her treacherous imagination supplied what reality didn't; a phantom touch, warm and deliberate, tracing slow circles that sent sparks racing up her spine.
"Good," Rianna remarked, a thin smile gracing her lips as she surveyed the two chastened won. Sara and Jemma knew better than to disobey the queen, no matter the silent, torturous war being waged beneath the tablecloth.
Rya looked up, a long weary sigh escaping her lips. Her gaze fell upon Quinus, who offered her a small, almost imperceptible smile. His hand rested warm and still against her inner thigh; present, but behaving. He leaned closer, his breath warm against her ear.
"Sorry about that. I got a little carried away," Quin whispered, his voice a low, intimate rumble that sent shivers dancing down her spine.
"Carried away?" Rya managed, her own voice a strained whisper. "We had sex for five hours last night and then again this morning! How do you have more stamina than ?"
"Because you are not a man anymore," Quin replied, his lips brushing a soft kiss against her cheek.
It was at that mont that Lady Rose appeared at the doorway, drawing Rianna's attention to a quiet exchange about the tea service. Cyndre leaned in to hear, and for a few precious seconds, neither parent was looking their way.
Quin noticed. Of course, he noticed.
His hand moved with quiet, deliberate intent, fingers sliding upward and finding their mark with practiced ease. Rya's breath hitched, her fingers tightening around her teacup.
"One of these days, I will tire you out. I swear it," she managed, her voice laced with desperation that had nothing to do with the argunt she was making.
"I would love to see you try, love," Quin murmured, pressing a quick kiss to her lips as his fingers moved in a slow, maddening rhythm beneath the table.
'Grrr! I will feel his cock soften inside one of these days! He ca inside more than ten tis! Stupid mana must be the cause,' Rya thought, her mind a frantic, jumbled ss of pleasure and frustration as she fought to maintain a semblance of composure. She could feel the heat rising in her cheeks, a tell-tale blush that she prayed Rianna would mistake for anger or embarrassnt.
Breakfast continued as normal, the clatter of cutlery and the murmur of conversation a strange, detached soundtrack to the silent, sensual assault she was enduring. Dalia decided that it was ti to leave, for she had other business to attend to with Percy, and she said her goodbyes and left the castle with him. Yuliana took Nieren and Elaine to practice on casting the Green Word, while Cyndre and Quinus t up with Lord Brice to discuss when they would et with the new coalition of Major Lords and co up with a plan on how to deal with Marquess Duval Wrightwood's vote of no confidence. Jemma and Eleanora took their younger sisters to the library to learn sothing, a thinly veiled attempt to distract them from their parents' impending doom.
This left Rianna, Sara, and Rya by themselves to finish their tea, a seemingly innocent tableau of dosticity that was, for Rya, who was still feeling the lingering effects of Quin's public ministrations, anything but.
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