His Muse

"Empress. I am one of Princess Alisabethe's brother." The arm-candy said as he flared out his glorious golden faerie wings in the air. "You seemed to have forgotten that I was your lover."

Wide-eyed, Luna had to blink at the faerie prince five times to make sure she clearly heard him.

She extended a foot forward in a confident gesture.

Raising an eyebrow, Luna crossed her arms and smiled. "You might be cute and all, young man, but I just want to introduce my husband, Apollyon, beside me so if you think that your life had no value as Princess Alisa—" 

"Luna," Apollyon whispered. "We should leave Ostara and return to Lilac Manor."

"Why?" She tilted her head at him in a frown. "I don't understand what is happening."

"It's a long story--" Apollyon looked at her, and in that intense moment,  she saw his gaze glittered with hunger. "--one that I would explain to you when we get home after I have a taste of you."