"Your Majesty, Fae Queen... Ahh, my mistake, Queen Maeve," Aldric said, bowing with a mock seriousness that almost concealed his true intent. Almost.
His lips curled into the faintest of smirks as he lowered his head. Anyone watching would think it was a slip of the tongue
except Queen Maeve. She knew better, and her fury simmered just beneath her regal facade.
Her emerald eyes narrowed, the fire in them burning brighter. She clenched her jaw but restrained herself, knowing the eyes of the court were on her. This was not the time for an outburst. Not yet.
"Your Majesty," Islinda's voice was soft as she dipped her head respectfully, standing by her mate.
Unlike Aldric, she had no intention of goading the Queen. But even Islinda's careful decorum couldn't mask the storm brewing inside of Queen Maeve.