Court of Claws (Blood of a Fae, #2)

by Briar Boleyn

“My consort. In a sense.” My jaw dropped. “Your...consort? What the hell does that mean? They think we’re what...? Married?” My heart was pounding in my chest. “No, no,” Draven said quickly. “Not married.” My eyes narrowed suspiciously. “Then what? You said ‘in a sense.’ In what sense?” Draven cleared his throat. “In Siabra culture, those of royal blood may designate a person who is not their official spouse as their... Well, as their...” The blood drained from my face. “Your mistress? They think I’m your fucking mistress. Is that it?” He nodded. A little too quickly. “That’s the closest term, yes. The position is nothing like the crude word Lyrastra used. You are not a whore.” “Well, I know that,” I erupted. “And you know that. But does your entire court of Siabra know that?” “They know that I’ve brought home a mysterious and beautiful fae woman who is clearly of Valtain origin based on her unmistakable appearance, and that I’ve declared her to be my official mistress. Under my protection and part of my house, now and for all time,” Draven said quietly.