The King's Captive (Gate of Myth and Power, #1)

by K.M. Shea

Noctus, seemingly satisfied I hadn’t fled, placed a hand on my back. “What do you want, Paragon?” “No, no, no, no. We are going to discuss this beautiful creature.” The Paragon gestured to me. “She’s mine,” Noctus said. The Paragon slapped his palms on the most likely priceless and half cleaned/slightly tea spattered table. “Obviously—a feline this friendly is not likely to belong to Sir Grumps A Lot over there.” He nodded his head at Charon, who was folding his kerchief with obvious disgust. Friendly? How am I friendly? I tilted my head a little, then meowed for the effect. “My lady.” The Paragon held his hand out for me to smell, then bowed, except he was already stretching so far to reach me he almost had to press his face into the table to perform the bow.

Oh right .... I fogot about his Queen. :D