So, the princess wanted to have an audience with him… Skylar smirked at his sister. What more could she try and beg for?
“Get her a gown. I’ll have her for dinner,” Skylar said.
“Sky, this isn’t the time to play games,” Sabriel argued, putting her hands on her hips.
“No?” he asked, raising an eyebrow.
His sister snarled. “Fine, have it your way. But when she kicks your a*s with her fire magic, don’t come crying to me.”
“Right,” the king muttered, shaking his head. “Dinner, tonight, in the good dining room.”
“You’re a jerk,” Sabriel said, throwing her arms up in the air before leaving Skylar.
The king shrugged and went back to the map on his desk. Zane had sent a message with possible locations for military footholds in Autumn Forest. Skylar had to handle the situation delicately. He didn’t want to arouse too much suspicion or it might inspire the autumn fae to rally and revolt. They were proud, strong people that seemed impossible to kill off.