The Queen of Faeloria stood in the doorway.
Queen Tia.
Jax's urges intensified immediately. In the heat of the moment, with his cock still buried inside her mother, his desire to fuck this woman multiplied tenfold.
Because she looked ethereal.
White hair cascading past her shoulders like freshly fallen snow.
White eyelashes framing eyes that screamed a model. A figure that perfectly suited high nobility. Even her posture in this absurd scene remained proper, elegant, befitting royalty.
She wore a black gown that contrasted beautifully against her pale skin. Low heels. Stockings that enhanced every curve of her legs.
And her gorgeous elven face looked as if her soul had departed her body.
'The elven king made this masterpiece his wife?'
Jax cursed the bastard internally. He genuinely hoped his curse would kill that pointy-eared royal just like it had worked in Adelina's case. Her husband had died too. Coincidence? Jax preferred to call it divine justice.
