409 Such Empty Promises

Aldric said, "Explain further, how you plan to elevate me to the throne," in an attempt to placate the young tiger that believed its claws had grown long enough for it to go hunting on its own. 

"Let us dance first, your highness," Elena said with a sly smile. 

Aldric, of course, saw no issue with that. To dance with such a lovely Fae as her was flattering. He was curious to see what would become of this. 

Taking his hand, Elena ushered him onto the dance floor. Encircling his neck with her arms, she pressed her ample chest against him while also arching her hips. There was not even an inch of space between them as they were pressed together. 

Aldric was not stupid; he knew what Elena was offering, and while the sensation was thrilling, he preferred a more challenging conquest. It made him more aroused and reminded him of a certain human. Where was she by the way? 

He lifted a brow, arrogantly, "Are you ready to talk then?"