“No, they are most evil. I will do whatever I must to assist you,” Rorie told his bemollo.
“I fear after several weeks of the situation going unchecked, I will need a great deal of help.”
“Let’s start at the beginning,” Dra’Kaedan suggested. “Gather your sioskallos, and put the laws back in place.”
“I will do so at once. It will be known I want them enacted swiftly and reinforced with the authority of the Noble Protector and Protector of the Fae.”
Rorie was immensely pleased that Drekkoril was ready to fix the situation and that he had included him in the announcement. “You will also need to let them know that you will not pick a Llaidir Sioskallo.”
Drekkoril nodded. “It will not please them, but we cannot allow anything else to upset the balance of light and dark. The Fae existed for many eras before Volzi and Gonisa’s changes, and I believe their names in the siofllar’am contribute to the problems on our realm.”
“Great, let’s get the fuck out of here and get to work,” Brogan suggested.
When Dra’Kaedan teleported them downstairs, Rorie went into Renny’s open arms and was comforted by his embrace.
Chapter 16
Renny strolled through the castle grounds and marveled anew at the brilliant colors the fairies and bemollos preferred to wear as they made their way around from vendor to vendor. Just as people had once done on earth centuries ago, everyone was gathered for market day and Renny was enjoying the spectacle. With Rorie’s hand in his, he was adoring the excitement on his face. Drekkoril had reversed the laws, but it had only been a few days, so they did not know yet if it was going to solve the issue with the realm.
“Good afternoon, Protector Roriethiel,” a male voice said. Dressed in a rich purple, the man had a strange expression on his face as he stared directly at Renny.
“Good day to you, sir. May I present my v’airsell nioll, Grand Warlock Familiar Renny D’Vaire,” Rorie responded politely.
The man executed a courtly bow and smiled at Renny, still not making any eye contact with Rorie. “I am Parenzi. It is an immense pleasure to make your acquaintance, Grand Warlock Familiar.”
To Renny’s surprise, the man lifted a finger and traced it over his cheek. Renny backed away and a thick bolt of navy hit the man square in the chest. His ass hit the ground, and people reacted with either shrieks of fright or irritation as a falling Parenzi bumped them.
“Do noteverput your hands on my v’airsell nioll,” Rorie yelled.
The next thing Renny knew, Rorie grabbed the front of his shirt and locked their lips together. His crafty tongue dipped in to taste, and Renny’s body responded in pleasure as it always did to Rorie.
“Protector Roriethiel,” another male voice shouted in the distance.
When Renny was done being mauled by his mate, Rorie released him and turned to two men who were part of therioell setieonsor royal guards that oversaw crime. “I wish to have this man arrested,” Rorie shouted.
“It’s okay,” Renny murmured, trying to gather his scattered wits.
“No, it is not,” Rorie countered. “I will not tolerate you being touched by strangers, nor will I permit the laws which protect v’airsell niolls to be broken.”
Parenzi had already gotten to his feet, and he darted a quick glance at them before taking off in a run. One of the setieons cursed as they dashed after him, hindered by the large throng of people at the market.
“I don’t think he needs to go to jail for touching me.”
“Ren, I am most fond of you and I believe you know me, but you may not appreciate the recklessness of my people. If Parenzi is not punished, then it will make no difference that Drekkoril has reinstated the laws.”
Perhaps foolishly touched by Rorie shortening his name, Renny had to admit that he wasn’t familiar with any fairy except one. Still wondering what words to say back, Rorie’s name was once again shouted across the square—only this time it was from a voice Renny was familiar with.
“Protector Roriethiel,” Aleksander thundered out, stomping to them. Rafe was at his side, along with their wolves. Behind him was an aggrieved Brogan, with an equally irritated Dra’Kaedan at his side. Skeleton Lords Gavrael and Gedeon were the last of their group, and as sentinels, their expressions were normally difficult to detect, but Renny knew his family and they weren’t happy.
“What is amiss, High King Aleksander?” Rorie asked.
“I can’t find the Noble Protector, but I will not tolerate another fairy flirting with or putting their fu-damnhands on my mate.”
“Sander, it’s fine,” Rafe remarked.
“Here I am feeling safe because no one here has ever thought I was cursed, so they won’t judge me, and instead of that bullshit I have to watch people touching you without your permission,” Aleksander roared. “I want something done immediately. The laws to protect v’airsell niolls are in place; there’s no excuse. There should be punishments for this nonsense.”
“Well, I did punch the last guy,” Rafe responded with a shrug.
