“It means, when she is the one, she is the one, and when she is, she becomes known as just that. You are the one, my princess warrior. I do not question why. Why I love gazing upon you. Why I love the feel of your cunt. Why I watch you use your magic on a target and it makes me fight my cock getting hard. Why I watch you offer your sister your version of kindness in her loss and it makes my heart tight. Why I like the smell of your hair when I sleep. I do not question why because there is no answer, but one. It is the one you gave to me. The answer to why for you is that I am your Chu. And the answer to why for me is that you are Serena. And you are mine.”

“I think I wish to fuck again,” she declared.

He gave her an entirely different smile as he began moving in her direction.

“No tea and biscuits?” he asked.

She shook her head. “No. Just Chu.”

When he was close, he dipped low, caught her belly with his shoulder, and powered her back until she fell on the bed.

He pulled himself over her and whispered, “You need to be cleaned. We’ll start with that and see where we go.”

Chu didn’t give her the opportunity to respond.

He slid down her body.

And thus, there was no tea and biscuits for Serena.

In fact, they almost missed dinner.

King True

Informal Salon, “The Red Room,” Sky Citadel, Sky Bay

AIREN

“They asked for concessions?” Ha-Lah inquired, her brows up, her face incredulous.

“They’ve demanded I roll back my proclamations and sit down with the gentry to hammer out a ten- to fifteen-year plan instituting the changes in a ‘much more manageable and palatable manner,’” Cassius answered.

He then tossed back a large measure of whiskey.

True felt Farah’s hand on his thigh give him a squeeze.

He looked down to her where she sat at his side on the sofa.

He then gave a short nod that this was true.

Her mouth grew tight.

True sighed.

Suffice it to say, their trip to Slán Bailey had been a waste of time.

Thus, they were all here, in the red room, having drinks prior to dinner, and those drinks were much needed.

“And your answer was?” Jorie asked.

“I gave them an option of where they could shove their ten- to fifteen-year plan,” Cassius drawled.

Jorie roared with laughter.

Still in the midst of it, he turned to Aramus and queried, “How did I not know these landed had such very big balls?”