Chapter 26. The King’s Choice

Eir’s POV

Standing between the Fae King and Myra, I watched as each and every one of the guys stepped forward to greet me. It was an awkward ordeal—smirking, flexing their biceps. One turned around and bounced his ass up and down, while another showed off his ears like they were laced with gold. I was supposed to pick five of them, while the king picked another five. I had no idea who to pick. I didn’t want any of them, no matter what the king or Myra said.

Over half of them were still staring at Myra. Either eating her up with their stare, flirting and showing off to her, or just flat-out ogling her breasts. I rolled my eyes and decided just to rip the bandage off. I need to play nice until I have a plan. Can’t risk being locked up somewhere or forcibly married off to some bulky horn dog with pointy ears.

“I’ll take the half that’s not eye-fucking Myra.”

The king choked on whatever he was drinking, and Myra laughed. They all looked at me now