Defy The Alpha(s) novel Chapter 720

Chapter 720: The Royal Degree

Back in the Fae realm...

The palace was never this bustling unless there was a celebration, but today was different, and for good reason.

Their princess had practically destroyed half their homes during sex last night. Yes, while Alaric was summoning thunder and lightning that shook the entire earth, it hadn’t struck one place but many.

Now, a long line of faeries stood outside the throne room door, each ready to present their complaints and demand compensation.

Although Queen Seraphira sat upon her throne, it was Lila, Rhara, and Lord Taryn who presided over the session while the queen "rested."

No one knew of the Queen’s incident last night. And while she should have been recuperating, her absence during such a dramatic aftermath would have been far too suspicious. Queen Seraphira would rather die than give Baron control over her court again.

The sight was not funny.

Right now, Fae of every size, and type packed the floor in a snaking line that stretched all the way to the courtyard.

Queen Seraphira reclined on her throne, her posture so relaxed that one would never think she was unwell.

Lila and Rhara stood on both sides of the dais, while Lord Taryn sat at a smaller desk, elegant as ever, sipping a drink and mentally preparing for the stress ahead.

The first petitioner stomped forward.

It was a brownie matriarch, no taller than Lila’s thigh, but radiating enough rage to fell an army. Her gray hair was wrapped in a kerchief patterned with tiny mushrooms, and her apron was singed.

She curtsied to the queen, then stated her complaint.

"Our entire warren fell off the oak thanks to the thunderstorm last night."

Lila’s mouth fell. "The entire thing?"

It was a known fact Brownies build their warrens inside oak roots, where they value peace and stability above all else.

Unfortunately, Alaric’s lightning rattled the entire forest, causing their underground dwellings to collapse and send their families tumbling out. For brownies, that’s the ultimate household catastrophe.

"Everything!" the brownie snapped. "Do you know what it is to have sixteen screaming grandbabies raining down in the middle of the night because someone in the palace forgot that thunder echoes through roots?"

Rhara coughed into her hand to hide a laugh, unlike Taryn who looked miserable trying to keep a straight face.

"Lady Mosswhistle," Taryn said gracefully, "the court acknowledges the structural inconvenience. Your demand for recompense?"

"We want a new tree," Mosswhistle declared. "One with thicker roots and no direct line to the princess bed chamber."

Seraphira lifted one brow, just enough to quiet the room.

"The crown will assign earth wielders to reinforce your oak and enchant the roots against future disturbances. You may also claim a new pantry set from the palace stores."

Mosswhistle’s anger faltered. "A new pantry?"

"Yes, all made from crystals instead of clay and holds heat and cold. Not to mention shatter proof even in eh... beast-made thunderstorms."

The brownie tried to keep her scowl but greed won. "Fine. But if that thunder beast shakes my rafters, I will personally march in here with all sixteen grandbabies."

"Noted," Rhara said dryly. Stars forbid those sixteen grandbabies come marching into the palace the next time Violet "shakes the foundations" again.

"Next."

A trio of river nymphs flowed forward, their dresses still damp and hair frizzed so badly it looked like they had lost a fight with a storm cloud.

"Our pool boiled," the tallest announced, hands on her hips. "Do you know what lightning through water does to our glamours?"

Lila winced. "I can imagine."

"Goddess above," Rhara knew what they were talking about. Eveyone heard it.

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