39. Lily

Later in the afternoon, Krynn and Sel and I went to visit the seamstress who had been making my gowns for a fitting. The coronation gown I was going to be wearing was amazing—it had a full, white skirt that was covered all over in tiny purple stones. The white satin bodice was likewise beaded with the Royal Purple gems and it was sleeveless and backless with a sweetheart neckline.

In contrast, the gown for my Investment Banquet that night was long and sleek. It hugged my curves and it had a slit right up the middle that showed my legs to the upper thigh when I walked. It was Royal Purple of course, covered and trimmed in black lace. I felt like a femme fatale when I put it on and strutted back and forth for the boys to admire.

"Fucking gorgeous," Sel growled, his eyes hot with desire.

"You look beautiful, my Lady," Krynn echoed and I saw the lust in his eyes as well. But now I knew the difference in what I saw coming from both of my guys. To prove it to myself, I went to stand between them.

When I put a hand on Krynn's arm and concentrated, I felt his deep need to submit. He wanted to give himself to me in any way I desired him. In contrast, when I put a hand on Seldarin's arm, I felt his desire to dominate and pleasure me. He wanted me on my back—wanted to be thrusting into me, filling me with his big cock until I moaned his name…

The very different urges coming from my two guys caused a maelstrom of lust inside me. I wanted them both—and I wanted to give both of them what they needed. Thinking back to the spicy romance books I'd read, I supposed that made me a "switch"—someone who finds equal enjoyment in being dominant and submissive.

"What is it, Princess?" Sel growled, scanning my face. "You have a strange expression."

"Nothing," I said, taking my hands off their arms and giving him a smile. "I was just feeling your feelings—that's all."

"Both of us? At once?" Krynn asked.

I nodded.

"It's an interesting contrast. Now—do you think I'll look good enough for the Banquet tonight?" I took a step back and twirled.

"Better than good enough," Sel rumbled.

"You truly look like the Princess you are, my Lady," Krynn assured me. "Your appearance is Royal in every way. There's no way that Mordren can deny your claim to the throne."

"No fucking way," Sel agreed.

"I hope you're both right," I said, feeling anxious. I hadn't seen the Lord Regent since I had run away from the Quenching Parlor the night before and I wasn't sure how I was going to face him that night at the banquet. Still, I had my guys to support me and I had the Mark of Lolth as well as the Jewel of Lolth—and my own Royal Purple eyes.

I told myself I would just face him down and there was nothing he could do to stop me from taking the throne tomorrow on my birthday.

I had no idea how wrong I was, but I was soon to find out…