Chapter 220 Lord Krail

Chapter ?220 Lord Krail

Tania whipped her head up. "Three days?" she asked, bewildered.

He nodded with a smile as he grasped her chin and crashed his lips on hers. He kissed her with abandon and she was lost in him till she moaned. When they pulled away, he was breathless, but had a smile on his face. "The wait was... painful."

"Oh Elty..." she said with quivering lips. She tried to move her wings but her muscles were too weak for her to maneuver them. She couldn't believe all the dark magic that was on her back to shackle her wings. Who could be so vicious to lock her wings? Was Menkar so powerful with all his dark magic that it equaled the Elders of Vilinski?

His fingers went to her wings and he traced their outline. Tania snapped out of reverie when she felt tickled. The sensation was new yet felt natural. It was as if the wings were always there on her back but she could never know. Now she was free of those shackles and felt awesome. He brought his fingers to the underside of the wings and traced her skin over there. her wings twitched and heat polled in her thighs. She swallowed saliva saying, "Don't put your fingers there."

He chuckled. "I love to see them twitching in response." That's what he had been doing for the past three days--waiting for her to wake up and tracing every part of her wing. He had committed each feather to his memory. They were so beautiful that he could spend the entire day touching them, feeling them. His wife was a half fae and the realization hit him as soon as her wings sprouted. "How do you feel here?" He really wanted to know.

And how could she tell him that secret. He'd rather discover. She changed the topic. "Where are we?"

"In the Kralj Palace, Vilinski."

Her eyebrows shot to her hairline. "Already? Where are the king and queen? What about my father? What about my--" she stopped short of asking for her mother. She got up as her cheeks flushed.

"I will inform them that you are awake," he said as he cradled his head over his forearm, looking at her fondly.

"What about my mother?" she asked, not able to hold herself.

He took a deep sigh. "She hasn't come here. We have to go over to her palace to meet her."

Tania didn't know how to react to the news, but whatever it was, she respected her mother's decision.

Though the maids were sent to help Tania to give a bath, Eltanin refused and he gave her a bath. He had thought of a thousand ways to bathe her with her wings and he was going to do that. The bathrooms in the palace had huge tubs that were large enough to accommodate the wings. He made her sit in the center and made her bathe in hot water, lovingly. They were both ready in two hours. Eltanin was wearing blue and gold tunic and black trousers. The maids had given special clothes for Tania to make room for her wings as well. She ended up wearing deep blue silk pants that pooled on her ankles, coupled with a silk blouse that had buttons on the back and cuts for her wings.

Eltanin and Tania were called to the throne hall where King Ian was holding his court. The guard announced them. As they walked inside beside each other inside the throne hall, Tania noticed the opulence of it. The hall was massive with at least twenty marble pillars standing on each side. A long red carpet ran across the center, leading to the dais where the thrones of the king and queen sat. Seven huge chandeliers that hung in the center of the ceiling, lit the entire throne hall brightly. Nobles sat in plush chairs on the side, each having their personal servant. The walls were decorated with expensive paintings with the royal flag in between each painting. Scent of lavender incense wafted in the air.

As she walked, she could feel the gaze of nobles on her. Ileus and Anastasia were sitting near the dais. Her father, Biham, was sitting beside them. Rolfe wasn't there. Eltanin had informed her that he had left for Galahar. She had instantly missed him, but that was for selfish reasons. She felt guilty when Eltanin said that he missed his wife a lot. He didn't leave alone though. The king sent a unit of fae soldiers with him.

At the end of the throne hall were the king and queen. And had it not been Eltanin tugging her, she would have halted in her place, frozen at the most beautiful people she had ever seen in her life.

King Ian Lachlan Aramaer and ??ine Aramaer.

With her wings tucked at her back, she walked with his husband, mesmerized. As soon as she reached, she made an effort to snap her gaze from them and dip in curtsey along with Eltanin.

p-a-n-d-a-n-0-v-e-l、(c)om The King smiled and said, "It is an honor to have you amongst us, King Eltanin and Princess Lusitania."

"It's an honor to be in this court today, King Ian," said Eltanin. "I bring my allegiance as a gift to your kingdom."

"Accepted," said Ian. Something in the air crackled and then snapped as if the deal was sealed in the Lore. "Before you take a seat, I would like to introduce you to Lord Krail, father of Kinshra," he added, pointing to his right towards a noble.

Tania's head whipped in that direction and she saw a fae getting up from his chair. Dressed in expensive silks and jewelry, he looked tall and intimidating. He had platinum hair and an aquiline nose. His pointed gaze landed right on Tania and his wings bristled. His lips formed a thin line as if in disgust. Then his eyes landed on Eltanin and his disgust deepened. He narrowed his eyes at Tania and then her wings as if giving her a measuring gaze.

Tania was so shocked that she gasped audibly. The fae standing in front of her was her grandfather. She dipped in curtsey all over again. She waited for him to say something. Anything. But the fae accepted her curtsey with a nod and then sat back on his cushioned chair. He averted his gaze from hers and looked at the king.

Feeling a thousand shades of awkward, Tania became flustered. She bit her lip and turned to the king as well.

"You may take a seat next to your father," the King instructed.

The two walked to the two empty seats next to Biham and sat down. The proceedings of the court started as usual. Tania turned her face to her father who was in a staring match with her grandfather. If the two weren't here, she was sure they would have been drawing each other's blood.

"Father--"

"Before you say a word Tania," Biham said in a low voice. "This bastard came here today and has been in an offensive mood. Not once has he invited me to meet Kinshra!" He was seething so much that his knuckles were white as he held the armrests.

"Has Mother also come?"