The dinner was strange.
The Princess was on edge, her leg bouncing as she kept eyeing the Queen. Princess Lyrei seed more relaxed but didn't seem willing to talk.
The Queen just had an icy glare forced onto the Princesses. The Queen's harem seed to be happy with everything or just not care about anything, chatting amongst themselves about useless things.
Even Shimr was quiet. Reserved really trying to hide all the way at the end of our line hiding behind Geta's massive fra.
All the other tables seed to miss the mood amongst the royals, and their laughs and cheers helped to build the oppressive mood at the table.
Only Zarzi's table seed to be in a worse state. Her two helpers needed to keep her upright as she picked at her food. I clearly did a number on her which should be good for my standings. If anyone even noticed us leaving together.
Even the dessert, so cold cream that froze my mouth on the way down, couldn't help the mood. However, I did focus on the treat more than the table, so maybe I missed sothing. Stupid Elora gave more as well, so perhaps the desert relaxed everyone sowhat.
Then, true to their word, a large chunk of the won left to go with the Queen and Princesses to so eting. Why attach a party to this? I will never understand.
"Alzi dear," Ioelena says. "Would you like to dance with ?"
"Sure," I say. Even with the Queen gone, the table still can't lose the chilling atmosphere. So spending ti with the part-pixie girl will be much better than this, and there isn't any more dessert to steal.
The one issue will be her footing. Everyone has been drinking like they won't see tomorrow. I guess they are front-loading it for the war. Of course, the rest of the dance floor is showing the rest of the won just as drunk.
If I want to be nice, I could have them all pile into bed with , and tomorrow, everyone will wake up fine—except Isda, Shimr, and the Princess. They haven't had anything to drink—sothing Lyrei loved to comnt about. I'm not sure why Shimr is avoiding the wine; maybe she wants to copy ?
That is a problem for later; right now, I have Ioelena stumbling into my embrace and kissing my cleavage. She even managed to get so lipstick on my right breast! Naughty girl.
"You're lucky I'm in a good mood," I tease. "Otherwise, I would make you take responsibility for making look like a slut."
"You can still do that. Just no kiddies," Ioelena slurs out. "Let's dance!" Rembering what we were doing, she tries to pull over to the dance floor, but the girl almost trips instead. My arms are the only thing keeping her standing.
"Let lead," I say. "You'll just end up on the floor otherwise."
"Hahaha, yeah. The maids poured the wine a bit too heavy," Ioelena giggles.
I pin the girl to my side, my arm around her waist, and walk to the dance floor. I find a safe corner and spin her into my arms. My wife giggles like crazy as she stumbles around, trying to keep up with . Not that I'm moving all that fast.
"Pixies would love your hair," Ioelena says, her hand moving from my side to grab a lock of hair. "So soft and the fun colors. They may even try building a nest atop your head! Would the fairies get freaked out every ti you get a pink strip? Hehe, we should test that."
"You are so far gone," I say. "Do you all drink this much at every party?"
"No, normally just Elora!" Ioelena says. "I am not a drunkard. Just trying to survive that awful mood at the table."
Well, I'm glad to know I read that situation correctly. I'm not sure how getting drunk and sitting there quietly helped the mood.
"DADDY!" a high-pitched voice squeals behind as soone latches onto my tail.
"Irlo?" Ioelena says, looking behind . I curl my tail over to the side and find a little girl holding it and that sense I felt earlier coming back.
"Yes, who are you?" Irlo asks.
"I am Ioelena. I'm married to your daddy here and your sis Elora."
"Sister Elora?" I ask. "How are they related?"
"Sa mother," Ioelena says.
"Nesh?" I ask. There is no way I fucked the Queen, and Elora did call Nesh mother on the boat. But I would rember having sex with Nesh.
"No Yuminea!" Irlo says.
"Who is that?" I mumble.
"The Queen, silly," Ioelena graciously informs . "You fucked the Queen. Why didn't you tell us?"
"I would rember having sex with the Queen," I say. "I doubt she visited during a party."
"Daddy. Sister Elora said you would be happy to see ," Irlo says, clearly mad that I'm trying to find out when I had sex with the Queen.
"I'm just surprised. It is great to et you," I say. "I just didn't know I had a kid with the Queen."
"You didn't know about ?"
"No, I have a lot of kids with a lot of won. I often don't even get told when I get a woman pregnant," I say quickly. "I'm always happy to et my kids. Do you want to dance with us?" Did Elora set this up? I doubt a kid should be around so many adults drinking. Much less a party about war.
"Your tail is really pretty. How do you make it change colors? Mine doesn't do that," Irlo says instead.
"It just does that."
"I don't believe you. I want my tail to change colors like yours, Daddy."
"Mine has always done this. You can ask my mother about it," I say. "She likes to talk about the story of when I popped out of her womb. Not in detail, of course, but her feelings."
"Where is your Mommy? I don't believe you," Irlo says with a pout.
"Not here. I'm not sure where she is right now."
"Lier."
"Little Princess, your daddy is telling the truth," Ioelena says. "I can try to set up so ti for your grandmother to drop by. I'm sure she would love to spend ti with you."
"You'll spill the secret, Daddy!" Irlo says. "I know it."
"How about we dance," I say. Are all my kids going to wonder how to change colors?
"I like your tail."
"Yours is really cute as well," I say. "My kids are always so cute."
"NO! I'm a ferocious dragon!"
"Little cutie."
"Dragon!"
"My cute little dragon."
"I'm dangerous, not cute!"
Needing to tease my little girl so more, I shoot my tail up, causing her to let go and fly into the air. I have to let Ioelena go, but if she falls, it is her fault. I need to catch my cute daughter!
With Irlo at her peak, she slows down and does a barrel roll as a ring of flowers crowns her head, letting catch her like a baby in my arms.
"No fair!" Irlo says. "You have a wife to help you."
"Sorry about the roll," Ioelena says, using my arm for support. "Magic likes to play tricks."
"The flowers?" I ask.
"Would you believe if I said on purpose?"
"Not anymore," I say. "But they fit perfectly on my cute little daughter."
"Are you pregnant, Daddy?" Irlo asks.
"Yes."
"How many siblings do I have?"
"A lot, little one. I was just visiting twelve of them with Duchess Fluvis. Not including the four Fluvis carries and the one her wife is growing or her maid. Then your sister Elora is pregnant, Isda, two of my maids, and plenty of the nobles in this room," I say. "Then You see that dragon in the corner."
"Yes."
"She also carries a lot of siblings for you. You have to work hard to make sure they don't outshine my little ferocious dragon," I say. "Now, do you want to dance?"
"If you put down," Irlo pouts.
"Ok," I chuckle. I put the little Princess on the ground and find we have a problem. I'm too tall in these heels.
"SHYLA!" Ioelena calls out, waving at my maid. "We need Alzi to be shorter!"
"Daddy, why are you so tall?" Irlo asks. I have to bend over just for our fingertips to touch.
"How I was born," I say. "Ioelena, should you be shouting at my maid?"
"The little Princess wants to dance with her daddy. It's fine to shout out at parties if it is for fun, and Irlo, your daddy is special," Ioelena says.
"My Lady is Princess Irlo your daughter?" Shyla asks, offering new heels. "I think most were wondering where her dragon features ca from."
"Yes," I say.
"Are you pregnant?" Irlo asks my maid while I switch out my shoes.
"No, Princess Irlo. My mother is pregnant," Shyla says all proper. "She is also a maid of Lady Alzi."
"Ready to dance, Irlo?" I ask. Maybe I could have just held her normally and had Ioelena squish her between us instead of calling over a maid.
"Wait, Alzi, you have lipstick on your breasts," Shyla says.
"It's fine. Ioelena believed I needed it," I say. I should keep the gifts from my wives, right? Especially when they make look like a whore. "And it adds flavor."
"Ok, be careful with Princess Irlo," Shyla says, bowing herself out. She stays nearby, likely worried I'll ss up with the young Princess.
Now able to grab the little girl's hand, I start to dance with her and Ioelena. Ioelena's drunken sense of balance helps to keep Irlo entertained with the boring dance nobles like to do. Her stumbles take us around the floor while she teases us with her magic, her side effects getting Irlo to giggle every ti.
The magic adds to the flower arrangent it started, giving her little bracelets and even a necklace to complete the look.
"Daddy should get a crown too, silly magic!" Irlo demands.
"Baby, Ioelena's magic is a bit unpredictable in that regard," I say. "She can try, but there is little she can do about it."
Irlo doesn't seem to accept that excuse, her cute face bunching up in a pout. Doing her best to stare down Ioelena.
I feel ti stop for just a mont, but the world around keeps spinning.
"Hehe, I knew she could do it," Irlo says when I catch up with the world again. I feel a small itch on my scalp, the collar asking to remove the simple hair accessory.
Please let keep it. My daughter asked for it!
"Alzi, you may keep the flowers," Elora says, pacifying my collar.
"Irlo," the Queen says. "Why are you here dancing with Elora's husband?"
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