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Teller’s eyes darted between us. Slowly, he began to drop to his knees. “Long live—” “Oh stop it,” I hissed and grabbed his arm, hauling him back to his feet. “Not you, too.”
Only one horse. I jerked to a halt. “Absolutely not,” I said, shaking my head. “I am not sharing a horse with you.” “It’s only a brief ride.” “Then I’ll walk. Actually, I’m the Crown. You can walk.”
She threw her arms around my neck, crushing me against her. “Thank you so much, Di—um, I mean, Your Majesty.” “None of that. Call me Diem.”
“Lily, it’s getting quite late and you have school tomorrow. You should get to bed.” She rolled her eyes. “We have a Queen for the first time in centuries, and you expect me to sleep?” “I can order him to let you stay up,” I offered. “If he says no, I’ll have him beheaded.” Lily giggled. “I suppose I’ll have to decline. He does love to say no, and I’m rather fond of his head.” “Lucky for me,” he said dryly.
“First of all,” I clipped, “since you’ve always insisted on the importance of titles, you may refer to me as Your Majesty or my Queen.” His mouth tightened. “Of course. Apologies, my Queen.”
“Call off Sorae,” he ordered. “Bite me.”
“If you don’t keep your word, Luther Corbois, you’re gryvern food.” “At least that would be a fair fight.” I threw every ounce of fury I had into the two middle fingers I flung in his direction.
“We have a number of tools at our disposal to ensure you are coronated. I’ll use as many of them as I have to. You belong on that throne.”
“He said he’s never seen anyone handle themselves so well with our family before. He said you were born to be Queen.”
“It’s just skin. You’ve seen me in much less, remember?” His glittering eyes shot to mine. “Impossible to forget.”
“You threatened to cut my hand off within minutes of meeting me. You attacked the Royal Guards several times. You snuck around the palace alone. You ran into a burning, collapsing building. All while you apparently believed yourself to be a mortal. With respect, my Queen—” He returned my narrowed eyes and leaned his face to mine. “—your survival instincts are shit.”
They need to learn now how to bow down to their mortal King.”
a grown man having a temper tantrum = a petulant child.
My place is with you. Wherever that leads.”
