The Greeting of Kings

Anger Anger

Lincoln glared at Valkryie. "Who the hell does that man think he is!" Lincoln screeched pacing across the room. Their twins were on the floor laying on their bellies and playing with toys. Neither were upset by their father's outburst.

"He's the great king, Lincoln. You should fear him." Valkyrie murmured, "He's the lord of darkness. He can kill us with a snap of his fingers. He is one of the ancient beings that rule above us. He is full fae. We are demi. We bow to him."

"Fear him! Bow to him!? He suggest the three of us get it, right in public! Produce some fine heirs! He's delusional!"

Valkyrie rolled his eyes, "He has very different social standards."

"I can't belive he's knocked up." Lincon murmured. "How does that even happen?"

"He's a magical king, and full fae. My guess is his body cycles producing both ingredients. The fact he has a female mate is confusing. Perhaps she is just to help him get it on...." Valkyrie mumbled scracting the back of his head.

"Whatever. I don't know if I like him." The small king snapped, ruffling his black curly hair.

Valkyrie made a purring sound and wrapped his arms around Lincoln's rippling abdomen. "You need to learn how to behave. You can't call a king a bloody cuntnugget."

Lincoln gave a feral smile and pressed into his mate, "I will do as I please if they behave like one."

"Don't make me teach you manners," Valkyrie growled pressing Lincoln against him. The smaller king just laughed with sadness knowing very well he couldn't further anything with their dumplings so close by.

Clarabell by now was studying him with her big brown eyes. Her sister, Lilly was still playing with the blocks. Clarabell was such a mamma's girl. She always was waiting on Lincoln to care for her. She loved Valkyrie but...it was like with Lilith, she favored her father more than her mother.

"Later, Valk, later," Lincoln groaned in actual pain. "I have another meeting with just the kings. I need you to watch them."

"Alright, but you be careful. You are a sassy shit when your cycling, Kaliment is outward, and well, Aleksandar, he's pregnant but he is still dangerous."

"He's a wanting to fuck us type of dangerous." Valkyrie barked out a laugh as he spun his mate to face him.

"Lincoln, no darling, he's not. He'd be the last one to do anything, weird lifestyle or not." Valkyrie confirmed, cupping Lincoln's face and kissing him a bunch of times. The Bounty Hunter just cried in protest from all the kisses and broke free.

He knelt besides their daughers and kissed each goodbye. "You two don't drive your father up the wall," was all he said as he drew to his feet. In another moment he had plucked his trenchoat, hat, and goggles free and strode out confidently. So far he liked the palace,  especially the walls of this castle. They were nice and thick and noise couldn't carry over that well, meaning he really could give it to his mate.

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By now Kaliment had figured out he was cycling. His stomach was horribly hot, and looking at Simon for too long could potentially set him off. So he had dismissed his advisor to watch Emma for the day. To in fact take her out of the palace and into the lively, bubbly, city square. To spoil her with treats and have a grand day.

His wife was with the rest of their children, including his precious Kasandra. He prepared for the meeting with haste, making sure to remember to call in expensive wine. The meeting was not fully planned perfectly, as lunch had ended rather oddly. But they all had time to cool off, form hopefully good opinions of each other, so now was the time to span out, make friends, perhaps plan for sending more people to the city his advisor ruled.

Still, working with a heated stomach was no fun feature. He rubbed it awkwardly and huffed. Never before had he had this. he didn't know how to deal with it, and it was almost impossible not to fidget. Even the cold shower had not helped.

Kaliment put a hand to his forehead and counted till ten. "I will be okay. I will be okay. Females go through this all the time."

It was no calming assurance when he remembered Lincoln was demi-fae, and Aleksandar was full fae, and they could both smell he was cycling. It didn't help when his thoughts progressed and he realized didn't even know what he was. There was no way he was just human. No way, Isa or Simon, or any of his handful of children were either.

"Kaliment," he muttered to himself, "My god, you rule a kingdom, restrain yourself." He straightened up after a moment. He was a king, he needed to have more confidence. He looked to his flat stomach. So what if he was cycling. It wasn't the end of the world.

With a nod of approval he steadied his stance to be more proper,  straightened his hair, and black tunic again and left his royal quarters.

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Aleksandar just flopped on his back. He didn't want to go to any stupid meeting. Not with the baby so actively crushing his bladder. "Saleena." He muttered rubbing the small swell. His wife cooed at him and sat beside him.

"Alek, you okay darling?"

He tilted his head to meet her gaze as she looked down at him. "I'm fine." His mate needed a heir. It was his job to carry that out. She was the queen, and while he was the king, he would never challenge her. He was to bow to her and serve her. She was his mate and he loved her. Getting knocked up had not been fun, nor had the journey over here been. Saleena had grown immensely on the boat. But, they were going to have a baby.

He smiled softly and lifted his head to look at his abdomen. He didn't like the weight gain as he was in unfamiliar lands and under risk of attack, but even he thought his little belly was cute.

"Alek," Allahie murmured taking his hand, and drawing his attention to her. "This is your last baby. I promise. I want to have our next one."

He winced. It was his fault he had lost Saleena's twin. If he had maybe eaten more or gotten more rest,or...or tried harder he wouldn't have lost the other baby.

"Alright." Alek forced a smirk on his face, "That is do-able."

Allahie smiled, "Now shoo, you have a meeting to go to, just be careful with the babe." She patted his stomach and then leaned over to plant a kiss on it. "I will watch the Isabella and Lucrien. Kennith as normal is holed up with his son."

Alek just whined, "Where is my kiss?" His mate rolled her eyes and met his lips with hers. Of course Alek wanted to further things as he claimed her tongue with his, but he new he couldn't.

So after he pulled back he gave a groan and rose to his feet. "Let's see how shit goes down. They are funny little demi-fae,  the both of them. I mean...I wonder first off if Kaliment has any clue his wife isn't his mate. That his mate is his advisor. But he I think is a demi-demi fae....maybe he can't sense it. And second off, Allahie," He paused to chuckle at his mate, "that King Lincoln, he's a funny, feisty little fellow. His mate needs to take him to the bed a few times, work of the anger jeez."

Allahie just laughed, "They are not like us darling, behave, okay?"

"Yeah, yeah." He replied arching his back as he stretched. In another moment he gave a yawn, and snapped his fingers to bring forth a ward to protect his family.

In another second he snuck up on a sleeping Hawlor, grabbed the tiny man, and hugged him tightly, "You, mister, keep an ear up. I'm leaving my family in your hands."

Hawlor squeaked as the air left his lungs. When he gained his breath he growled, "Yes master, now let me go. I was having a good dream."

So Alek did, and then said goodbye to his 'twins'--his giant son, and petite little girl. With a final kiss to his mate, he waved and strode out the door.