It was lemon flavored.
My favorite.
The next day, I drew an obscene picture on his other arm, but he was a coward and refused to get it tattooed.
The days continued to pass, and the gifts kept coming.
Every day, I had no idea what I was going to get, but somehow the kings made it special each time.
The twins apparently felt left out, because they also started giving me gifts. As a greedy woman, I loved this turn of events. Thanks to the twins, my jewelry box was now overflowing with rare family jewels from the Olympus realm.
My favorite was a diamond tiara.
I placed it each morning in my ribbon-covered curls and wiped sparkly pink gloss on my mouth. I pretended I was an ordinary woman from an ordinary family, playing queen. The lore was not complicated or deep; it was simple, and the aesthetic was coquette.
It healed something inside me and also proved I was clinically delusional.
Time continued its peaceful stroll.
I stayed up late stargazing with the men, then woke up at first light to watch the sunrise from the sky. It was clear why birds were always in the air—it was pure magic to fly.
When my shoulder muscles ached and lungs were raw from exertion, I’d collapse under my favorite tree and nap. Then I’d stumble sleepily into the kitchen and gorge myself on sweet fruits and cheeses.
Once the twins convinced me to do a workout with them, but I got PTSD three push-ups in （I was lazy） and never did that again.
Instead, I went over to my tree and napped beside Corvus, who was snoring lightly and sprawled half on the grass; he’d made sure I had enough space on the blanket.
Warmth filled my heart.
One thing everyone saw coming was Luka and Orion.
They went on long walks together. For hours, they’d say nothing; sometimes they’d gesture or whisper, but for the most part, they were silent as they traversed the countryside.
Orion had found someone to share the quiet with, and Luka had found someone besides me and John.
At night under the stars, Luka played with both my ribbon-filled hair and Orion’s golden locks. Their new relationship was unexpected and heartwarming.
Other connections weren’t as touching.
By far the most amusing development was Scorpius and John.
It was a classic enemies-to-lovers situation; however, John hadn’t moved past the enemies stage, and Scorpius wanted to be lovers.
From dawn to dusk, the blind king taunted John and made him squirm with sexual innuendos.
John acted like he wasn’t interested, but I’d caught him blushing and checking out Scorpius’s ass a couple times.
While we were eating around a bonfire one night, Scorpius’s hand “slipped,” and he stabbed John’s thigh with his fork suspiciously close to his crotch.
John hobbled away from the bonfire and a few minutes later he’d come back on crutches that he’d found in the estate.
We’d ribbed him for his dramatics, while he moaned that he needed to see a doctor.
“Poor guy, it was an accident,” Scorpius said. “I’m truly sorry. Please forgive me.”
It would have been believable if he wasn’t lapping at his bloody fork with an erection straining his silk pants.
“Do you want me to lick him better, my Revered?” he whispered seductively into the warm night.
“Um,” I said eloquently as I struggled to remember what my name was.
Where was I?
Who was I?
Scorpius leaned over John’s lap. Ever so slowly, he stuck out his tongue and dragged it across the bloody stab wound. Then he bit down, and John screamed.
Scorpius wiped the back of his hand across his red stained lips and smirked in my direction.
Unsurprisingly, John did not forgive him.
What was surprising was none of the men initiated sex.
There were lots of little moments.
I’d nap on the blanket beside Corvus and wake up to hardness pressing against my ass.
Scorpius would whisper “good girl” when I ate sweet fruit. Once, Orion whispered to him that the juice was dribbling down my chin, and he ordered me to, “Swallow it all for me sweetheart. Get every drop.”
I obeyed and licked my lips.
All the men groaned like they were in pain, and Scorpius openly grabbed at his crotch, but nothing came of it.
As a woman with needs, it was torturous.
Another time was when I went horseback riding with Luka he sat behind me, my back pressed flush against his front, and his hand kept accidentally stroking across my chest.
Nipples hard as rocks, I moaned and leaned back against him.
He tugged my head back harshly and kissed me wantonly with his tongue. His other hand stroked my nipples as I white-knuckled the reins.