Book Seven: Chapter 43

The princess seemed content to watch him squirm, but it wouldn’t last forever. He tapped his hand on the table, looking at his empty cup. Even now, the residual effects of the ceremonial wine lingered, but just enough that he was able to keep his cool. There had been something else in there, too, but thanks to Tink, he was resistant to poisons of any kind.

His magic had been able to burn off the alcohol, but it still had made him tired. Drinking the entire cup had been a power play on his part, and he suspected it might be why Kailani was grinning so broadly. Beth was staring blankly at a merman whose penis kept smacking the top of his thigh as if trying to scratch an itch. In truth, it was hard even for Mike to ignore such a sight. The thing looked ridiculous. It wasn’t just distracting, it was also a little silly.

“Your Majesty,” he said, stretching the words a bit to buy himself a bit more time to think of what to say next. “In regards to your people, I just want to s